The Lost Art of the Runner's Wave

Our manifesto to help saving a fading tradition

Back in the golden age of 1999 (yes, last century, I know...), when I first laced up my trainers and hit the pavement, respectful nods and enthusiastic waves were still a thing.

Fellow runners, strangers united by sweat and endorphins, acknowledged each other with a simple gesture, a raising of the hand, a slight bend of the elbow, an acknowledgment that said, "Hey, fellow sweaty stranger, I see you battling those demons in your head".

A silent "we're in this pain train together" that helped building a sense of community, even amongst strangers. Like a secret handshake, only cooler because it involved less awkward palm-sweating.

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