Have you ever noticed how fluffy Bears are?
Run Chubby Run!
I run against the odds. Against the cruel fate of my obese potential. Against my physique which was not made for running. It was made for bearing children. If only I would've realized at the time that was my niche.
And yet I run...
See that guy? That's not me. He looks way too joy-filled.
I, on the other hand, have a look of severe pain while I run. I think it's much more appropriate, plus it garners sympathy from the average passer-by. Just for affect, I may add tears streaming down my face the next time I run. I'll let you know how that goes.