The year has so far included a number of trends that jumped the shark. Brat summer. Existing in the context. Another head-scratcher: singles swapping out Tinder for run clubs.
The novel approach sprouted from social-media folklore, with viral posts alleging that run-club members were doing a lot more than jogging with one another. In the clip, a group of runners pore over a complex cluster diagram of romantic connections. One weekly run club, organized by the dating app Lunge, cuts to the chase: runners who are single wear black, while those who are taken wear colorful clothing.
Since then, meetups have grown from thirty people to more than a thousand. As runners trickled into the park, Cole and Lansing handled logistical matters. Both wore all-black gym attire.
Translation: single and ready to mingle. I was seeing her for, like, six months right after we launched. Erin Mertes, twenty-seven, and Barbara Quagliarbi, twenty-three, scoped out the scene. Mertes was cool about her prospects of finding a guy. So she needs to be the right one for me to really take a jump. They shouted instructions into a bullhorn. As people sorted themselves, some mixing and mingling happened. Then it was off to the races. The runners powered down Christopher Street and up Washington, in the protected bike lane.
As they ran, Henry and his friends chatted up Isabel Miller, a twenty-one-year-old. It seemed to work. Miller seemed interested. Has an old Soviet mystery finally been solved? How the Unabomber avoided the death penalty. The actress who magnified her celebrity by suddenly renouncing it.
