An apt description

I just started reading Born to Run by Christopher McDougall, and I have to say that I cracked up at this excerpt:

"Dr. Davis put me on a treadmill, first in my bare feet and then in three different types of running shoes. She had me walk, trot, and haul ass. She had me run back and forth over a force plate to measure the impact shock from my footfalls. Then I saw in horror as she played back the video.

"In my mind's eye, I'm light and quick as a Navajo on the hunt. That guy on the screen, however, was Frankenstein's monster trying to tango. I was bobbing around so much, my head was disappearing from the top of the frame. My arms were slashing back and forth like an ump calling a player safe at the plate, while my size 13s clumped down so heavily it sounded like the video had a bongo backbeat.

"If that wasn't bad enough, Dr. Davis then hit slow-mo so we could all settle back and really appreciate the way my right foot twisted out, my left knee dipped in, and my back bucked and smasmed so badly that it looked as if someone ought to jam a wallet between my teeth and call for help. How the hell was I even moving forward with all that up-down, side-to-side, fish-on a hook flopping going on?"

As I've said before, my head tells me I look like this when I run, even though I'm pretty sure it's more like this.

Oh, well. Maybe I'll learn some tips to improve my form as I read the book? Then again, since I've never been injured before (knock on wood!!!), maybe I'm not doing so bad after all.