American sabotage don’t be dumb shirt

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At RBC American sabotage don’t be dumb shirt a photographer runs with the group. “A lot of people have got into running via social media,” says Hobson, who notes how the uptick in casual running clubs can be linked to the sport’s aesthetic, and how it fits into a wider trend for technical adventurewear. “They see the similarities with what they want to wear on a day-to-day casual basis,” he says, listing cool outdoor brands such as Arc’teryx, Hoka and Satisfy, which all make stylish, up-market running kit. (A pair of Satisfy’s eight-inch Techsilk shorts cost an eye-watering £180.) In Greenwich, there is definitely a look. For starters, everyone is young, ranging from early-twenties to late-thirties. And there are lots of tight, cycling-style shorts, brightly coloured trainers with enormous foam soles, visor-like sunglasses and even the odd ultramarathon-style backpack. The common thread, though, is merchandise. Most of the runners are wearing either the white RBC club tee or the green club socks, or both. The shirt is just a simple crew neck with the club logo – a coffee cup with legs – printed small on the front, and large on the back. Definitely more streetwear than marathon-wear.

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