Running, Eating, Arting

It is hard to convince people that America is not a sports nation in front of its glorious achievements in the last Olympic Game. It is now made even harder by the glorious cake race. People race for cakes. Good incentive, huh?

As a man, I confess that it was jolly exciting to have this many women running towards me.

Only to realize that they then ran away from me.

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Apparently I look amusing to girls.

and… guys.

If the U.S. had this group cheering in the World Cup, it would have rewritten the history.

He has genes of a chameleon. His face is now slowly blending in with his hood.

In case you don’t realize, he runs fast.

Did you see that? In a blink of an eye, he covered 3 feet.

Concentrate, my friend.

He is very focused.

Oxygen is underrated.

He pre-gamed.

All stars run like this.

He is dripping with sweat.

He runs cool with a pair of sunglasses.

The winner among girls. Temporary tattoo helps boost track and field performance.

See what I mean? She got some as well.

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He professes.

She professes as well.

I am scary. I know.

I am also amusing. I know that as well.

After running, the most natural thing to do is to eat. Notice the amount of cheese on the table.

My presence is not necessarily a welcoming one. But at least it is surprising.

These girls are about to hide themselves behind masks.

I make people happy. It’s that simple.

Oh! No! Now I cannot tell who is who!

This guy likes cheese. Look at that glob of raw cheese on his plate.

I should become a comedian.

Small hint: this guy is the only guy that did this mask-decorating thing.

Small hint: this girl is not the only girl that did this mask-decorating thing.

I continue to amaze myself with my ability to make people happy.

When certain people become happy, they go extreme.

At this point I am sure you are able to identify the sane and the insane in this picture.

Some people just don’t fit. See what I mean?

She is surprised.

Somebody is just simply bad-ass.