Men run, women run, boys and girls run, animals run, and I run (yes, my own category). Sometimes I run fast, and sometimes I run slow. I have been working on becoming a better runner since I began in September of 2008, but I am still slow and I don't work at it consistently enough to get much better.
So when a girl/woman/obese/old/young/differently-abled/etc. person runs faster than me, it is my responsibility to
trip them into the gutter
cry and stamp my feet
yell 'foul' and report them to race officials
run faster and injure something else
Think, 'there goes a person who is running better than me right now. I bet he or she put a lot of work into this run.'
It is not a good idea to think that I have been 'chicked' when a girl passes me, or think 'how does that old f... do it?' Because now I know how it is happening. They have put more work into it than I have. They got up early when they didn't want to, they ran in the rain, cold, heat. They massaged and iced their injuries. They read more articles and blogs (no they didn't!). They stretched after running and stayed hydrated. They ate apples instead of cheeseburgers.
It's completely awesome for another person to pass me and shouldn't be thought of as some miracle. Jimi Hendrix once got really mad at a reporter for talking about his gift as a guitar player. He said that he spent his entire youth locked in his room trying to play like Chuck Berry. He worked every second for every second of fame on stage.
Running at our level is difficult. Most of us can't do it naturally. We suffer, we train, we strain, we succeed, we fall back, and go out again. There are no gifts in running, but if I continue to work hard enough and long enough, I will continue to run in proximity with other people and that is something to be enjoyed (even they are passing me like I'm standing still).