You would say that running with my constitution must also have been an option. Nothing is less true. Grumbling and with tears in my eyes I always ran far behind. “Good, Angie. Come on, you can do it!” shouted all the watching parents from the side. “No, I can’t!” I yelled back in frustration. You recognize a good runner immediately. It goes fast, that goes without saying, and: it looks beautiful. Whether you like it or not, you keep looking at it. A few, one in particular, have truly elevated the skill to an art form.