Been doing it for a while now so you’re no longer shocked when running across the Wburg Bridge anymore. We’ve seen the Jews, with their obscure identical uniforms, coat and high hat (not fancy looking all you fashion lovers) for the men, and equivalent looking skirts that looks like robes for the ladies, on top of that the weird hat-shaped thingies on their heads. Neither of these is putting that much effort in the tangible running actually, its more a powerwalk.
Then we have the Hispanics. They do go for runs but refuses to accept the given rules on the bridge regarding which side pedestrians have going forward and which way bicycles have (walkers to the left along and not the usual right hand side, this can be tricky, yes, but it is also clearly marked on the street – symbol style, so no bilingual skills required). They have funny outfits, the ones that makes you smile. They’re not afraid of trying different things on so to speak – regardless of body and physical shape. From a one-shaped tight body-thingie to screaming neon colors. Kudos for that.
Then the crazy white folks. Not the ones that have the latest Nike and Puma gears on and care more about appearance than performance. No. I’m talking the ones that outrageously ignore everything that’s ever connected to appearance. The jeans runners. The wool-pants and button-down shirt runners. The ones who wears chunk of black iron boots that’s anything but a jogging shoe. They earn my deepest respect. Unlike the show-offers, these people give their heart climbing that bridge with every bit of earthshaking step they take. It’s, literally, breathtaking to witness.
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