Skipping? No Way!

Have you noticed how rarely one comes across an adult breaking into a skip on the way down the hall? As refreshing as I think witnessing such a spectacle would be, I already know I'd be too self-conscious myself. Seems a shame. I'd kind of like to cut loose and enjoy the light-hearted exhuberance of such an upbeat canter. Of course, many of my professional appointments may call and cancel once being in my company carried such a risk.
Is it the weight of life's difficulties that slows our gait over time? Possibly the weight of the ever expanding waist band and the resulting increased intimacy with gravity?
Well, I can dream. High heel shoe makers promoting their "skip-friendly" lines. Testimonies on Oprah about how skipping revitalized their marriages. Exercise gurus extolling the advantages of squeezing in a good hearty skip between meetings. Dramatic correlations between skipping and both reduced cancer rates and increased sexual satisfaction.
Yes, but when it comes to the next trip down the hall, I ask myself, skipping? No way.