What the heck?

This article was over to the right in my "IN THE NEWS" section, but I wanted to post it in case anyone missed it:

Running as Art
Has the tedium of wandering through a museum ever made you want to run
wildly through the halls? Well, now you can be paid to do just that. Tate
Britain’s newest installation, Martin Creed’s Work No. 850, defies conventional
notions about appropriate behavior in art spaces—runners have been hired to
sprint through the site's neoclassical sculpture galleries every 30 seconds for
the next 4 months. The work is intended to convey a sense of "aliveness," in the
sense that motion can be considered the opposite of death’s absolute stillness.
Due to safety concerns, visitors will not be allowed to join in the
running.

Just for reference, according to the Free Dictionary:
Tate Britain is a part of the Tate gallery network in Britain, along with Tate Modern, Tate Liverpool and Tate St Ives. It is housed in the Tate's original premises on Millbank on the site of Millbank Prison. Construction commenced in 1893 and the gallery originally opened on 21 July 1897 as the National Gallery of British Art. The gallery was renamed "Tate Britain" in March 2000 before the launch of Tate Modern. It is now dedicated to the display of historical and contemporary British art.

HAVEN'T I ALWAYS SAID THE TATE IS WEIRD?!! This proves my point. Granted, I originally made that statement about the Tate Modern (or as I call it, the Tate Modern House of Crap), but apparently all the other Tate museums are just as weird. Maybe they had to run through Tate Britain because there was no room in the Tate Modern between the piano hanging upside-down from the ceiling, the row of 24 little bricks stacked two high, the urinal tipped onto its side, and the picture of a naked woman wrapped in fishing line...

Art is weird.