If you’ve been reading this comic for the last year… well… then you need to get your memory checked. I’ve officially been online for three months! But thanks for hanging in there with me, either way.
If you like my running comics, also known as my magpie shorts, then you may have noticed that magpies are kinda, sorta, s’posed to be … well, bluntly… all those people who don’t participate, but like to comment from the sidelines. I have a few of those precious people in my life, love them to the ends of the earth, but they never quite get it, do they?
Who am I to say anything tho… I barely get it myself.
It seems to be the responsibility of the modern amature athlete: run… then share as much information as you can about that run in the form of GPS tracks and selfies. Prove that you were outside in sweat-wicking, lightweight, synthetic clothing.
A run without a selfie or a group photo or a short video to recap… unimaginable…. he wrote with a tone of hypocritical irony. I mean, would Instagram even exist if it wasn’t for selfies of people doing things like eating, running, or both simultaneously? I doubt it.
In nothing else, it reminds those who haven’t yet fallen victim to runner-selfie habit that there is still time to escape.
I was dressed to go running the other night despite a big, dark cloud looming on the horizon. A “Severe Thunderstorm” alert popped up on my phone, yet I still pulled my shoes from the closet and stood there with them in my hand, ready.
When the skies finally opened, the wind started gusting, and the flashes of light appeared in the darkened evening, I reluctantly packed up and opted to sit out my run.
But apparently some of my crew went out anyways.
Common sense had me shaking my head at how silly it was to be out running in a thunderstorm. Peer pressure had me feeling a little bit guilty for skipping out. Such is the nature of the runner. And had I gone out it would not have been my first run through a wall of falling water.
Even the birds, hiding under the cover of the trees, know better to go out and about it that kind of mess.