Passing fat on my runs Just got back from a hot and humid 13 mile run and tapering for my upcoming marathon. I live in the Midwest, so unfortunately I see lots of spherical globs huffing around or attempting to do some kind of hilarious alien variation of jogging. I'm a friendly person by nature so I'll always give a chirpy smile and "hello" or "good morning" to the fit runners, bikers, or my favorite--the (thin) old ladies getting their power walk on as I pass them. But the fats? I look right through them. Their existence does not deserve acknowledgement. My favorite is when one is right up behind a human as I pass them both, so it's very apparent that how I'm treating it is no accident.  Oh, and it's amusing when I'm passing one and I can tell it expects me to move out of the way into the grass because it takes up the whole sidewalk. These sidewalks can comfortably accommodate two humans passing each other. I'm not moving out of the way for filthy garbage. The shock on its face when it realizes I'm not budging an inch and charging right at it, so its only two options are to concede into the grass or get run over...priceless.