I was running to catch a light the other morning, and all of a sudden had a sharp pain on my shin. Looking down, I saw my iPhone flying towards a patch of grass and realized my bag had flown open. Looking up the path I’d been running, I realized my things were strewn all over the place and would have to (ungraciously) go and retrieve them.
Suddenly, I flashed back to a moment several months ago when I was working on a media availability with my EVP. He wanted to go see the space we planned to use and I was just finishing up an email as he was walking out the door. I ran to catch up in my heels and dress and he gave me a look like I was on another planet. “Why would you run?” he said. I was mortified.
These two experiences have led me to the conclusion that running is unladylike and should be avoided at all costs. If you want to arrive as a lady: calm, collected, put together – you walk. If you want to arrive looking like an unorganized sloppy teenager, and feel like one, you run. Just think of the image of everything flopping and the sweat slowly accumulating under your arms and on your forehead. Do you think Elizabeth Taylor ever arrived anywhere looking like that? No. She made it a point to be late. She was even late for her funeral. So, in the interests of everyone you're meeting, running should be relegated to you’re late for a plane, train or bus (that you cannot catch the next one), or you’re running for sport (i.e. dressed to sweat).
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