This one time in college, I was at the diner/bar eating my breakfast, and I must’ve looked at the cute girl sitting at the bar the wrong way, because the next thing I know, there are five or so guys chasing me with a big nasty looking piece of rebar and some glass beer bottles. The funny thing is, the whole time I was running from five gangsters after my blood, all I could think was “form, form form: toes down, back straight, pad first” and “keep the strides shorter to avoid cramping”.
Josh Cox