Are runners born or made? Are we built for the sport or have we defied our physical limitations out of necessity and for the hell of it? A newly discovered manuscript offers much-needed clarity on this most contentious of issues (some portions reimagined or made up)

Scene 1:

Creative Director (CD) is in his office, poring over some plans. Terry, his chief designer, pops his head in.

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Terry: Hey, CD, got a minute? I want to run something by you.

CD: Sure. Come on in.

Terry: Great. It’s about the humans.

CD: I’m almost done. What about them?

Terry: I’ve been thinking. Why don’t we make them runners?

CD: What do you mean?

Terry: Design them so they can run, like the other mammals. You know, what do you call it… the cheeter–

CD: Cheetah. With an ‘ah’. Say -ah

Terry: Cheet-ah. Some of these names, CD…anyway, why not design the humans so they can run, too?

CD: I don’t know, Terry. We’ve given them the brains – well, some of them – and they’re going to invent cars and planes and – it breaks my heart – scooters, so no one’s going to want to run.

Terry: But why not give them the option?

CD strokes his beard and makes himself purr softly.

CD: I suppose we could call it Free Will.

Terry: We should definitely call it that.

CD: What are you suggesting? Give me specifics. I don’t want to make it too easy on them. Come on: hit me.

Terry: Fewer legs.

CD: I like where you’re going. Three?

Terry: Two.

CD: That’s why I hired you, Terry. Right there! What else?

Terry: Well, let’s have a look at the plans. What’s this?

CD: That’s a tendon. The Greeks will come up with a name for it.

Terry: Looks pretty strong.

CD: I see your point. How about this: we give it a terrible blood supply, so it’s really hard to heal when they injure it.

Terry: You are sobad.

CD: I know, right?

Terry: And what are these? They look weird.

CD: I’m going to call them glutes.

Terry: Glutes: another winner in the name game. What do they do?

CD: They’re big, powerful muscles. Now that I think of it, they’ll be great for running. Oh, I know: they’ll also be great for sitting on! Incredibly comfortable. Plush. So now the humans have to decide which they prefer. Running or sitting.

Terry: You already know what they’re going to choose, don’t you?

CD: Sure do.

Terry: So much for free will, eh?

(Laughs)

CD: Good one. This is great. I’m such a big-picture guy. It’s great to get your perspective on the details.

Terry: What about the feet?

CD: What about them?

Terry: They look…efficient. How about tiny bones. Loads to go wrong.

CD: Brilliant. And tickles. Let’s give them tickles.

Terry: That’s hilarious.

CD: For about 10 seconds, right?!

(Laughs)

CD: I have another one. Take a look.

Terry: What are those things?

CD: They’re eyebrows. They keep sweat out of the eyes.

Terry: Really? So they’re going to be quite handy…

CD: But they don’t work! Completely useless. These ‘runners’ won’t know where they’re going. And I’m putting salt in the sweat. Double trouble! Can you imagine the stinging?

Terry: I’m starting to think you’re having too much fun.

CD: No such thing. How about nails?

Terry: Nails? Isn’t that a bit–

CD: No no, toenails. What do they do? Nothing. What happens when you run? They go black and fall off. Then (chuckles), they grow back and it starts all over again.

Terry: I’m going to get some lunch. Some of this seems a bit…off.

CD: Oh, come on. Just one more.

Terry: I’m sorry I started this. What?

CD: Chafing.

Terry: What’s chafing?

CD: You know when you’re grating cheese?

Terry: Now I think you’re just being mean.

CD: Fine, I’ll throw in endorphins.

Terry is very uncomfortable now

Terry: End dolphins? Why would you do that?

CD: Endorphins, Terry. Happy juice. They’ll feel great after a run.

Terry: That seems fair…wait, won’t that make them want to do it again?

CD: That’s the general idea. They won’t be able to stop themselves!

Terry: Can I go?

CD: Actually, now that you’re here… Have a look at this. I call it a platypus. And I have this weird feeling I haven’t quite got it right. Wait! Got it. Flippers!