Chivalric Running

I know it is 2013 and that chivalry is (sadly and tragically) deader-than-a-door-knell.  And yet -- every time I am out running, I do think twice before passing a man who is also out for a run.  Because really, there ought to be a sense of propriety in the world. Shouldn't there be?  And what's more, I'm told men don't really like being passed  by little ladies -- particularly those with joggers.
So what do I do?  I pass him anyway, and I leave him in my dust.

Every.
Single.
Time.

And I smile, but just a little bit -- because that wouldn't be proper.