A Open Letter to The Men in White Vans, who Beep or Shout at Me Whilst I am Out Running,
To all the men in white vans who shout or beep their horns at me when I am out running, please stop trying to give me running advice.
I know as amateur sports coaches you can’t help but openly pass comment on my running gait as I jog past you at the traffic lights, but I want you to know I have already done a gait analysis and I know guys, my feet have been found wanting.
Not that I don’t appreciate your effort, but I know advice doesn’t always come for free, and before long you will be charging me for all the times I have sprinted past your vehicles, listening to the latest episode of This American Life, whilst you check out my legs to see if my ankles are rolling. And then when you shout at me I feel so rude at having to ignore you, because I know all you are trying to do is recommend good insoles for my pronating feet. Continue reading “A Open Letter to The Men in White Vans, who Beep or Shout at Me Whilst I am Out Running,”