I was walking in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn, on the evening of October 23, 2024. A little girl (probably about 9 years old) was lagging behind her father. She asked him to slow down. When he did not slow down, she dropped the following line:

You’re like in the Olympics for walking.

That is a good line for a kid. Imagine what she will be able to put together when she learns about Olympic racewalking.