My proof is in the form of a speeding ticket!!
I was on my way to the gym yesterday, minding my own business, not in any particular hurry, and I got pulled over. Of course, Ryan and Noah were wondering why we were stopped, and then the sheriff's deputy came up to the car. I innocently asked him if I was going too fast, and he said, very nicely, that I was, and then proceeded to very politely tell me that I am not public enemy number one (that is a quote, the way), but I was going way too fast. I didn't feel like I was going fast--I wasn't even in a rush!! Shouldn't that count for something?
Here's the problem...I have a little bit of a history of speeding. So I had to call the attorney that I used to work for to ask him to "take care of it." How embarrassing.
If only I could somehow translate my speediness while driving into speed on the run, I would be all set!