Why are fats so fucking infatuated with color/fun/viking runs, or whatever they're called? So many eat beasts that I run (teehee) across in my day to day are constantly oinking and reeeing about these family/color/fun runs.  You know, the 1 or 2 mile ones.  They're literally frothing at the mouth when they talk about them.  I don't get it, working out regularly or eating healthy is a complete "no no", but they'll go lumber around in the mud for an hour?  I guess that's fitting.  What are they thinking, maybe if they do one of these 2 mile runs it means they're an "athlete", or some shit?