Shitlording for charity I ran a race for charity this morning, a 7K. My friend and I are reasonably speedy, and this was a small local race, so we took our places in the front. This beetus monster lumbers in front of us at the start line. I turned to my friend and said loudly, "let's get in front of that. It's not going to go faster than a slow waddle." We got death stares, but what was it going to do, chase us down?