The hubs and I just finished binge-watching Season 3 of The Walking Dead, and between all of my nightmares, colorful episode commentary, and Norman Reedus-induced squeals, I had a thought. What if you are a runner?
Yes, I’m aware that essentially the world has come to an end, loved ones have died, and people are more worried about survival than fitness, but humor me for a second. Really. What about the runners?
I don’t mean holyshitrunforyourlife running. I mean relaxed, casual, just-because running.
What if you eat, sleep, and breathe running? Would something like a zombie apocalypse stop you in your tracks, cold turkey?
What if you’re a fast runner? How much do your chances of survival increase?
What if you’re an ultra runner? Can you out-endure the Walkers? Move effortlessly through the woods while they stumble over rocks and roots?
What if you’re asthmatic? Or have a heavy gait? Are you more likely to be heard and therefore chased?
Now say you’ve already crossed over. Are you still a Walker? Or are you technically a Runner?
Are you more likely to hunt down and bite survivors because of your speed?
Do you still have that uncoordinated stride?
Do you have that raspy breathing, or does your cardio-rich history pay off?
Do you eat the muscle (protein), blood (fluid), or bones (crunchy carbs) first for fuel?
So while yes, I’m sad for humanity, I’m also sad for the running community. Imagine not being able to lace up your sneakers and enjoy some gorgeous trails on a crisp, fall day. Imagine your running partner getting stalked and taken down by a Walker. Imagine a world without new flavors of Gu (ok, that one may be easy for some).
Truly terrifying, huh?