I'm afraid this is simply one of those images that planted itself in my head and demanded to be drawn. It has no other merit whatever.
My friend (and Love in the Time of Chasmosaurs
blogmate), Marc and I are not especially adept at running; but we were obliged to run in order to catch a train recently. It was something of a study in contrasts: Marc with his quick, high-stepping gait and I with my great, long, loping strides.
Pencil, coloured pencils, Conté and gouache on recycled paper.