Another celebration of an unhealthy, gibbering Afroscammer by another alarmingly bimbotic white chick

Ersatz visionaries like Hannah Belles enjoy projecting the idea that unethical and unhealthy people of color can do no better and should therefore be coddled, infantilized, and rewarded

Outside’s newly hatched online publication RUN continues to advertise loudly and often that the entire project was a colossal mistake. But given that Outside’s suite of Wokeblown offerings have been routinely churning out uniquely spastic, post-literate doggerel for years, this early warning signal is unlikely to resonate within the mostly reptilian brain of Outside’s hyper-avaricious, long-debased, and thus understandably recondite CEO, Robin Thurston.

The latest piece of evidence that the RUN project and everyone involved need to be canned amid as much thunderous shaming and possible is a piece by Hannah “Rings No” Belles titled “Can Body Neutrality Improve Your Relationship With Running?”

Belles, who somehow holds a doctorate degree in physical therapy, offers the thesis is that “body positivity”—a term that exists only in Western societies where well-off but less-thin women feel compelled to compete with thinner women for public attention on imagery-centric websites, then complain that people are judging their bodies—is insufficient to meet the emotional needs of today’s legion of insecure rich people, and that it would therefore be better for people to adopt “body neutrality.”

The apparent difference is moving from being worried about what others think of your body’s appearance to not caring at all what even nature thinks and embracing utter catastrophic self-neglect. It’s not surprising, then, that a common and evidently desired result of these demented yet predictable machinations is morbid obesity and an inability to run in any meaningful sense.

Among the “athletes” Belles profiles is Martinus Evans, a friend of this very site and a corporate-media hero whose scamming ways I’ve been regularly documenting for years. Belles claims that Evans has finished eight marathons; according to Athlinks’ database, he’s completed four, with his most recent finish in 2019 and his fastest time (6:46:30) coming in his first apparent finish in October 2013.

Evans’ “progression” is eerily similar to that of fellow exceedingly well-nourished industry-darling and gibbering Afrogrifter Latoya Snell: He's finished about half the number of marathons he claims to have finished (four versus eight), his fastest "race" was in his first finish (6:46:30 in October 2013), and despite rising to prominence only since the "formal" advent of BLM-driven absurdities in 2020, hasn't completed a marathon since 2019.

But as you’ll see, this is only one gleaming aspect of Evans’ multifaceted dishonesty game.

To start, a sampling of the best lines from the piece:

Kolaski, who's father lives with Parkinson's Disease

“A lot of people believe the only way to get faster is to be skinnier," says Martinus Evans, founder of SlowAF Run Club, run coach, and author of the accompanying book, Slow AF Run Club: The Ultimate Guide for Anyone Who Wants to Run. “But people should start running in the body they have today."

"Obsessing about food or getting faster or losing weight - it's all diet culture," Evans says.

Belles herself is a typically chaotic contributor to the canon of Wokish running-and-fitness lore. Last August, I wrote about a piece she aimed at other slow-footed narcissists with the financial freedom to drift to places like the mountains of Colorado ad libitum and a bizarre desire to achieve some kind of status within the perceived pecking order of “name runners.”

Like every proper freelancer for this era’s version of fitness publications, Belles has gamely established a record of self-contradictory advice. Last May, she suggested that running long distances without being adequately trained is a bad idea. (Hold on: I thought “gatekeeping” in running was now verboten.) And in December, she wasted hundreds of words on the question “Where is The Line Between Athlete and Influencer?” when a one-line answer would have sufficed, e.g., “Influencers are liars and ass-waggling posers who should be ignored and laughed to the sidelines, even if you retain a few in your spank-bank; athletes, though imperfect beings as well, primarily exercise because they compete.”

(This binary analysis is admittedly complicated by fairly fast crybabies such as “airplane arms”-flapping Grayson Murphy, the r’eal-life Super Mario Brothers character who wants to become wealthy as a trail runner even though at most 355 people in the entire world actually care about what she or any trail runner does (and that’s without knowing how drug-soaked and Wokeblown the discipline is.)

Perhaps the most instructive and entertaining thing about authors like Belles is that they would never, ever think of listening to any of the advice they propagate. The idea that it’s okay to weigh close to 400 pounds comes mainly from people who would sooner vomit on the daily than lose their abs or rise above 110 pounds. If Belles believed in the validity of this preaching, then she wouldn’t have written “It’s okay to care” (about top performance) for Freetrail last September. And the related Wokish postulate that “trans women” are women is coming entirely from people who are married to or exclusively date dickless women and twatless men, as ruinous as some of these pairings may otherwise be. That is, they act like “right-wingers” when no one is looking.

Evans, however, might be the most element of this story to focus on. he seems to have aligned himself at times with women if ill repute who steered him away from his PhD track and sucked him into a con-job he surely knew nothing about.

Evans offers personalized coaching for a mere $200 a month, meaning that he only needs 100 client-months’ worth of business to raise and hence offset the $20,000 his then-wife was ludicrously fined by white racists after being caught stealing.

Would it be premature to speculate that the academic degrees Evans claimed to have accumulated "like a thermometer" are nonexistent?

This awful piece recapitulates two major ideas in the corporate-media-wide plan. One of these is to promote anti-wellness to help ensure a maximally bloated, sessile, and hence ill and overmedicated citizenry; the better this works, the lower the U.S. life expectancy drops and the happier the U.S. Government becomes.

And on the culture-wars front, the undisguised aim is "platform" the most comically flawed minorities available in an effort to get everyone else to broadly despise people of color. I don't know anyone who has ever met or even seen anyone like Evans, Snell, or obese, special-needs anti-white racist Alison Desir at a road race, fun run, or anywhere else normal runners convene; these sad, sick, and shady characters are just media avatars and vessels of pathologized and factless messages about health, fitness, and basic physical competence.

The central message from both the scammers and Belles et al. is clearly “black people need to have lower standards because they’re simply unable to follow basic rules.” Again, isn’t this kind of tripe supposedly confined to—and a major pox on the houses of—political conservatives? This being the incontrovertible vibe, who’s/whose really harboring racist beliefs here? And the implied idea that black-identifying runners automatically support weirdos like these is akin to the assumption that white male runners automatically "support" high-flying shitbirds such as David Roche, named by Frauds You Never Heard Of —ironically, a hopelessly obscure rag in its own right—as one of the whitest men in the U.S. in both 2022 and 2023.

I also half-believe that Trail Runner editor-in-name Zoe Rom's strategy to deal with just my static is to flood Outside’s e-rags with so much high-density, and thus low-floating, bullshit that it becomes difficult or impossible for me to focus on the hilariously abysmal contributions of Roche. That is, she's hoping her stuff and that of figures such as Belles will act as lightning rods for my barbs so that I won’t have the time to remark on the trash Roche hurls onto the Internet. Roche is Rom’s coach and the central figure of the S.W.A.P cult of high-magnitude psychosocial pathologies he co-founded along with his wife Megan, and must therefore be protected from criticism by his underlings or else ultimately face the prospect of physical dissolution as a result of too many withering words flung his way, like the Wicked Witch of the Rockies.

I occasionally wonder if Thurston, allegedly once a half-decent cyclist, is proud of the unrelenting tide of anti-fitness nonsense he and he alone is ultimately responsible for digitally sharting into the public domain, day after day without fail. I wonder if Thurston, unlike his own editors, reads the articles served up in his own intellectual properties and knows the difference between, say, “its” and “it’s,” as a lot of former cyclists have either taken too many headfirst tumbles from the saddle and those helmets are kind of meh. And although Thurston is operating these horrible publications in the same way every other ESG/DEI slave is obligated to run them, he’s allowing an unusually incompetent and insincere cast of characters to do this job at Outside.