runners. some hold their rock-like shoulders to their ears, barely moving their upper bodies. some lean forward and stare at the ground, like ostriches sizing up their next resting spots. some dance their arms all about to another beat. and, of course, there is the rare and proverbial doe who passes by. graceful. fluid.
i’m new to running. i’m still finding my gait and my pace, so i’ve been looking closely at other runners. their postures and, therefore, their personalities are magnified.