Running late for work So I was running late for work yesterday and the juxtaposition just made me laugh. Where I work allows us to just wear the place's jacket over our own clothes, and it's medium intensive labor so I tend to wear normal T shirts and sale-rack cargo pants.  Nothing fancy, or else you'll ruin perfectly good clothes.  But this day when I was running late, I was actually RUNNING.  Having only 6 minutes to travel what is usually a 10-15 minute walk I had to go quickly, but the first half I was going at what I'd call a "hurried jog". When I got halfway there, I notice a tubb walking it's dog decked out in workout gear - black stretch pants, blue "fitted" top, clean sneakers, hair up in a ponytail - the whole deal.  It was really more like "wombling" it's dog around, lurching from side to side as the weight shifts to and fro, going no faster than what for a human would be an intentionally slow pace. And the whole situation just had to make me laugh.  Here I am, ACTUALLY exerting myself because of my own dumbass lateness, and that tubb that I'm SURE bought all of that workout gear to "prove to herself she'll get in shape" or some dumb shit who is theoretically outside to exercise (I mean, you bought the uniform, right?) isn't even trying to keep up with her dog.  I just kept going and I'm sure puzzled her with what this foreign activity of "moving... faster?" was.  Got to work only a minute or two late, it was good to get the heart rate up with a quick run. Mini social rant: I feel like the idea of "Fake it 'til you make it" has gotten out of control in the internet age.  Since no one has the time or interest to ever confirm whether or not anyone is "faking it", people just started lying to the world and now lie to them selves to the point where "making it" isn't even important to them anymore anymore.  And since anyone calling you out on your shit is a "bully" or a "hater" now, "Fake it 'til you make it" has just become "Fake it." Shit, when I first started running, I went out in a ratty t shirt and a fucking bathing suit because I couldn't afford workout gear.  I can't get over idiots who complain about needing their size just to get started.  Just move, you idiot tubbs.  Know what also sometimes works to "make it"?  Effort.