Tyson is a good runner. He’s surprisingly fast when he wants to be and, once he gets tunnel vision, Tyson will run for miles upon miles without pause; until finally collapsing when it occurs to him to question how far he’s travelled, and then gets driven home - tail between his legs - and too tired to fully register that he’s afraid of vehicles.
He’s best over very short distances, say twenty-one feet, or over very long distances. Over the standard 100 meters, Tyson is more likely to lose to someone of equivalent physical fitness. He’ll take an early lead, but by the ⅔ mark, others will have drawn level with Tyson and start to overtake him.
At longer distances, however, Tyson is endurance incarnate. Tyson will run until his legs physically cannot hold him any longer. He will regret doing so every time, but he will still do it. He had to do that to survive. This is why Tyson tends to escape when chased, his Synesthesia gives him the terrain advantage and he can - typically - run for long enough that his pursuers tire and concede.
He frequently goes for jogs in the mornings with his dogs, an old habit from the army that he never truly managed to shake off. Normally he does this in the very early morning, before most people are on the streets to appease his anxiety and to enjoy the brief quiet, to enjoy lovely Lady London.
Though he’ll change up his wardrobe occasional, Tyson typically wears a rotation of these shirts when he goes for his morning jogs. They’re all older shirts that Tyson doesn’t mind getting sweaty. He usually won’t wear them when working out, unless he ran to the gym. He has a different group of shirts for that.