|A quiet moment pondering the running styles of humans.|
Such a cheer, ideally, should not only be heard by a crowd, but also cause a respective roar from said appreciative crowd.
So when I let loose with a bay, the spectators at the Natick-Wellesley line on Rte. 135 bayed back. I did it again. They responded. The runners smiled and poured it on, although the downhill slope also might have helped.
One might say that it was my own personal scream tunnel. Take that, Wellesley College girls! Speaking of, I was kissed multiple times by a new pup I met along the route. Aaah-wooooo!