This is an off-topic comment from Choosy Beggars, but HI-larious.
I do not enjoy running, which is an activity that I associate with panic stricken desperation, bodily harm emergencies, and three-for-one shoe sales. I have run a total of two times in the last ten years. Once it was because I thought I heard an ice cream truck (it was actually a knife sharpener – what kind of God would do that to a person?), and the other time I can’t remember at all, but I’m sure it must have happened. Pssst….see what I mean about the outrageous claims?
I do run, but not in a seriously way. I like to say that I only run when I’m in a hurry. If I have more time, I’d rather hike up a mountain, possibly with a backpack, but I’m willing to run a mile or two (and did yesterday). Still, cracked me up.
I always think it’s funny when I see people running in non-running attire — maybe not dress clothes, but something other than the usual running shoes and spandex. It makes me wonder if they’re out getting exercise or if someone is chasing them.
I was visiting a friend in Atlanta a bunch of years ago and something made me think of that, I told her about it and she laughed. Later in the day, we were driving somewhere and passed someone jogging wearing like work pants and boots. My friend looked at the jogger then looked at me and said, “Escape.”
Not sure if that story translates but it was totally funny.