Running Woman in Heels

Russians don’t really excersice. Its kind of strange because they are all so thin, for the most part. Anyway, there is always an exception to the rule. Every day since I have been here there has been the Running Woman. She is plain in almost everyway. Her hair is at a normal length, with a normal color. He clothes are just ordinary. Her skin is plain, and her face isnt too pretty, nor too ugly. But everyday she waits at the busstop with me. And as soon as the bus rolls into the stop, she dashes down the street, and begins to try and outrun the bus. She is often in high heels, and a heavy black jacket. It is strange, she actually can run as fast as the bus. Her bus ’stop’ is the same as mine, and almost every day when I get off the bus she is always a few feet ahead of me, having successfully out run the bus. Granted, the bus ride only takes about 20 minutes walking. And the bus stops at each stop for a good minute or two, waiting for the last morning stragglers. But still. My hat is off to you, Running Woman. I don’t know why you do it. I don’t really want to know. I don’t know why, if you know you are going to run, wear clothes that are perhaps more appropriate for running. I guess I don’t understand you and your mysterious ways, but I applaud you.