As I was driving into work today I happened to observe a National Geographic moment...well maybe more of a GQ moment. What, might you ask, could I mean? Well dear folks, on the wild streets of Austin, I witnessed a pack of running boys. Now is that the correct term? A pack? I mean it is a flock of birds or a pod of whales but what do we use to reference running guys? They moved in unison...muscles flexed, bodies glistening with sweat. It was beautiful. They were like one organic being, one mind, one purpose...to run. Cars stopped, heads turned....it was nature at its best.
Ahhh....boys....
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