"You run like a duck!"
That's what my teammates in gymnastics used to tease me about each time I attempted a vault. I couldn't even be mad about it - I did run like a duck: feet cocked out to the side and arms flapping wildly like two deformed wings. The evidence slapped me in the face each time I watched myself on video. It was embarrassing. Despite a family history of running, I never joined the track team and that was partially why. I could see it in my mind: the whole town quacking each time I rounded the track.
15+ years, some new found confidence and thousands of miles later, I just have one thing to say: This duck can run.
Quack quack motherfuckers.