pace

IPA: pˈeɪs

Step.
A step taken with the foot.
The distance covered in a step (or sometimes two), either vaguely or according to various specific set measurements.
Way of stepping.
A manner of walking, running or dancing; the rate or style of how someone moves with their feet.
Any of various gaits of a horse, specifically a 2-beat, lateral gait.
Speed or velocity in general.
(cricket) A measure of the hardness of a pitch and of the tendency of a cricket ball to maintain its speed after bouncing.
(collective) A group of donkeys.
(obsolete) Passage, route.
(obsolete) One's journey or route.
(obsolete) A passage through difficult terrain; a mountain pass or route vulnerable to ambush etc.
(obsolete) An aisle in a church.
Easter.
A surname.
A census-designated place in Florida.
A town in Mississippi.
Acronym of Parliamentary Assembly of the Council of Europe.
(UK, law) Acronym of Police and Criminal Evidence Act 1984.
(US, labor union) Acronym of Paper, Allied-Industrial, Chemical and Energy Workers International Union.

Examples of "pace" in Sentences

The mini potato rolls are tasty, and a nice change in pace from the other burger places in Midtown
IBM's model lasted for a couple of generations, Microsoft's for barely a generation; the pace is accelerating.
This season, Rafa Benitez's troops are well off the title pace and are battling simply to ensure they finish fourth to secure another season of UEFA Champions League football.
However, that said, given the amount of creative blindsiding we have been exposed to for two seasons already, I would not assume that this lapse in pace is something we are likely to see continue.
That might feel ominous for Villas-Boas, whose team sit fourth in the Premier League, 14 points off the title pace and casting nervous glances back at the pack chasing the final Champions League spot.
At the same stage of last season, however, Arsenal slipped off the title pace by drawing five games in a row - four of them 0-0 - although they didn't face any of their traditional title rivals during that run.
I've somehow molted the Camus of it all and have been walking at my own pace through the meat of New York City, ignoring the pedestrian traffic that I am fucking up by not keeping * the pace* and walking at the gait my mind sets for my body.