They call it Racewalking. The quick summary: at least one foot is always in contact with the ground, and your knee cannot be bent when stepping forward.

Why, you ask, do I bring this up? I was out about town jogging yesterday evening after work. In particular, I was coming down Solano just after it exits the tunnel. Chugging up the street in the opposite direction comes the infamous (at least to Ngoc and I) crazy walking lady. This woman can be seen taking up whole lanes in our neighborhood walking at a crazy clip that can be best described as pure chaos. Arms flailing, face grimacing, yelling and screaming in pain, all while walking, mind you, not running. She paused her yelling as she passed and flashed me some twisted pseudo-smile through mashed teeth, then resumed yelling and screaming as I flew by.

These neighborhood characters take me back to the days of Berkeley undergrad and fond memories of folks such as Triangle Man and Yoshua and Hate Man.