Some people shouldn't run in public. Well most people shouldn't run in public unless they are fuckin' good at it, but in particular, men who run like girls shouldn't run in public.
This occurred to me last week, when staring out of the tram window I saw a bloke running along St Kilda road that looked like a frozen chicken. Granted yes, his legs were moving but his torso and arms were so rigid he could have been a frozen chicken on a skateboard. His arms were hoisted and tucked so tightly towards his armpits that only a 350 degree Fahrenheit oven would have relaxed them. And I thought to myself, oh my god, he is running like such a girl!
Which naturally led me onto considering that statement. What is running like a girl and why does that have to be such a bad thing? As I was pondering this and the tram rattled further up the road, two female runners came into view. And they were running very well. Their technique was good, they were taking long powerful strides, their heels springing up after each step. And most importantly, they pumped their arms to propel themselves forward. Their whole body was working in unison as an efficient, well oiled machine.
So maybe running like a girl is not such a bad thing after all.
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