More Awkward Running

After my class in Mathematics for Economists, I found myself straying to a nearby friend's house, Leo, to eat some carne con platanos and to watch Raphael Nadal lose to some Chilean dude in the U.S. Open.

This is my friend Leo who lives a few blocks from my school. In this photo we were enjoying some beers and looking at women at a bar called the Half Pint in the LWS on the corner of West 3rd and Thompson Street.



Unfortunately, ominous-looking clouds during the second set tiebreak gave way to a rain delay, and after a few minutes of flipping back and forth between the Steelers game I gave my friend Leo some departing words and was on my way home. Since I inevitably have to pass through Harlem to wait for a bus, I thought it best to not let it get too dark. I'm all about bravery and all that nonsense, but there are still certain parts of NYC that make me feel just about as tough as Red before he gets knocked the fu** out by DEBO.



Anyway once on the bus we shot across the RFK bridge, and I got off at Astoria Boulevard and walked home. It started to drizzle a bit, and that's when I decided to run the rest of the way home, while still wearing my bookbag.

That's when I discovered it. No matter how hard you try, its impossible to not look gay while running with a backpack. Accelerating your walking stride into a lively jog causes the contents of your bookbag to shift awkwardly from side to side, whilst you, in your pathetic attempts to counter the shifting weight, swing your arms wider hoping desperately for a more even and controlled rhythm. Despite your commendable struggle, all that gets accomplished is that you successfully look like a jackass.

The only good thing about running with a backpack on is that at least your name isn't Tyler and you're running with your backpack on, like the kid on the left in this picture probably is.