I run like a kick-butt Ironman winner.
That's Chrissie Wellington.
Or an Olympic marathon winner.
And that there is Constantina Tomescu.
I mean, I run like this girl.
Oh sure; I would like to think that I run with my core tight.
With my arms relaxed and elbows bent. (Of course.)
With a gentle, lovely gazelle stride. (Natch.)
HOWEVER...I happen to know from my
And that I tend to shuffle on my toes.
(which, coincidentally led to some very annoying foot pain, so I don't recommend it.)
I also happen to know that my left shoulder likes to hang out somewhere in the vicinity of my left earlobe, giving me a posture that Nostradamus wouldn't envy.
Furthermore, my hips tend to swing from side to side because my gluteus mediuses...medii? (read: buttocks) are not strong enough.
Meaning, if you saw me running toward you it would look something like this:
Alright, now who wants to be my running partner?? (I promise I'll make ya look reeeaalll good...)
NEXT POST: I've got a couple I'm working on so we'll see what shakes out first. (And for the record, this was not the crazy train post...that one's still in progress).