Deny Your Nature, And It Will Erupt

Distance Running Was Revered Because It Was Indispensable; It Was The Way We Survived And Thrived And Spread Across The Planet. You Ran To Eat And To Avoid Being Eaten; You Ran To Find A Mate And Impress Her, And With Her You Ran Off To Start A New Life Together. You Had To Love Running, Or You Wouldn't Live To Love Anything Else. And Like Everything Else We Love-everything We Sentimentally Call Our 'passions' And 'desires'-it's Really An Encoded Ancestral Necessity. We Were Born To Run; We Were Born Because We Run.

We Are The Biggest Sissies In The Jungle. Every Other Animal Is Stronger Than We Are - They Have Fangs, They Have Claws, They Have Nimbleness, They Have Speed. We Think Usain Bolt Is Fast - Usain Bolt Can Get His Ass Kicked By A Squirrel.

Were Designed For Persistence Hunting, Which Is A Mix Of Running And Walking. Whats Built Into That Kind Of Running Is A Sense Of Pleasure. You Are Designed And Built And Perfect For This Activity, And It Should Be Enjoyable And Fun.

Try The Meditation Of The Trail, Just Walk Along Looking At The Trail At Your Feet And Don't Look About And Just Fall Into A Trance As The Ground Zips By," Kerouac Wrote. "trails Are Like That: You're Floating Along In A Shakespearean Arden Paradise And Expect To See Nymphs And Fluteboys, Then Suddenly You're Struggling In A Hot Broiling Sun Of Hell In Dust And Nettles And Poison Oak... Just Like Life.

But Yeah, Ann [trason] Insisted, Running Was Romantic; And No, Of Course Her Friends Didn't Get It Because They'd Never Broken Through. For Them, Running Was A Miserable Two Miles Motivated Solely By Size 6 Jeans: Get On The Scale, Get Depressed, Get Your Headphones On, And Get It Over With. But You Can't Muscle Through A Five-hour Run That Way; You Have To Relax Into It, Like Easing Your Body Into A Hot Bath, Until It No Longer Resists The Shock And Begins To Enjoy It.