Anything more than a buttershuffle is offensive to the fats Short anecdote whilst I'm waiting for coffee to brew: Go for a 3mi run, no real purpose other than getting in base mileage for 13.1 prep. Throw in some 400m repeats over the last mile (there are landmarks on my route I've previously paced out). On one of the repeats I have to cross a road and this results in me either having to run over a man and his dog, or high foot it through a big ass puddle I couldn't see in the dark..wet feet it is. The pavement (sidewalk) narrows over the next 10-15m where all I can make out is a large dark ball being held up by silver acro-props (actually, crutches, but the fucking things must have been made from Adamantium as this thing took up just about all the available space).  Now I'm still running full pelt and have about 2 seconds to decide to go left or right, both of which are going to result in a bit of a jump and twist as the fucking thing has stopped, and with my earthphones in all I can hear is "fucking" so all I can assume with the stopping was that "You...shall not pass" was also uttered. Needless to say I was able to slingshot off their gravity well which stopped my clipping the parked vehicles I was squeezing past in mid air. No sympathy for people who let themselves go to the mount of needing structural assistance in mobility, not when there are amputees with prosthetic legs and one arm squatting more than a fully bodied novice, or the likes of Team Xtreme doing OCRs.