Okay, mom, now it is my turn to train you!
You need to visualise a preeminent walker. I suggest modeling your stride after Kylie’s stroll in her ‘Come Into My World’ music video; it exemplifies an ideal pace that will preclude me from getting yanked back by the collar.
Balance is key, so I want you to spend an hour each morning practicing the crane technique on the gondolas that run the canalette passing the butcher shop. And, please bring home a pound of pancetta for my breakfast. I will be up at ten.
Regarding your footwear, emanationism suggests that their are no perfect soles passed down from heavenly souls, but I feel confident that a pair of New Balance trail-runners will suffice just fine.
We are inextricably linked as best friends, so it is crucial that we wander this world in sync, in rhythm, in harmony. Thank you for heeding my suggestions, but I am tired of this tutoring task now. Let us perambulate to the pier; I believe the butcher shop is still open. ; )