juliekraut:

When I first started running in college, I would feel super awesome when I passed a guy runner, like in a one small step in spandex capris for woman, one step in large spandex capris for womankind way.  But now that I’m slightly older and much, much slower, when I pass a guy runner I don’t feel super awesome.  I feel super concerned.  Like I should stop to ask if he’s ok or if I should call someone for him.  

Julie, did you run past me this morning in Prospect Park? I was getting passed like gas during my pathetic little run* this morning.

*Quick shuffle would be a more appropriate term