Gazelle

I think today was the first time someone I knew saw me running. At least someone that told me about it. I was told I looked like a ninja. Most of my cold-weather running clothes are black, so I always try to finish up before sunset. It reminded me of a time in college when we were walking to dinner and we always had to cross the street to get to the cafeteria. It was autumn and my hands were in my jacket pocket when I ran across the road. Despite being 6' 3" and 215 pounds, and only having 2 legs, one of the guys from my floor insisted I looked like a gazelle bounding across the street, so he called me that for quite awhile afterwards.