Fit mom, fat mom I live in a sidewalked suburbia and I run in the 'hood a lot. Yesterday I passed a fitizen mom on a stroll with a stroller and a little girl, no older than 3.  Her little girl starts running to chase me and fit mom just starts keeping pace.  If you've ever clocked a 3 year old on the run, they don't crack 4 miles per hour (15 minute/mile) pretty much ever. No fewer than 2 minutes later, I pass a lumpy pudding-ass sow and her not-yet-fat 3 year old also pushing another future piglet in a stroller.  Just like the other little girl, her 3 year old started chasing me.  Fat mom shouts "no running" and continues waddling at 2mph, while giving me the stink eye. I almost fatshamed her right there.  No running?  Kids love to run!  They chase me all the time.  I can't tell you how many times I've had short little foot races with young boys when they see me running in the hood.  My favorite time to run is right when school is letting out so that all the kids can see me running.  I want to be a positive role model in a world filled with lazy fat asses whose heart rate only increases when they're afraid all the donuts in the break room are already gone. The future is fucked.