If You Don't Have Answers To Your

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.

Extreme Heroism Springs From Something That No Scientific Theory Can Fully Explain; It's An Illogical Impulse That Flies In The Face Of Biology, Psychology, Actuarial Statistics, And Basic Common Sense.

There's Something So Universal About That Sensation, The Way Running Unites Our Two Most Primal Impulses: Fear And Pleasure. We Run When We're Scared, We Run When We're Ecstatic, We Run Away From Our Problems And Run Around For A Good Time.

If You Don't Have Answers To Your Problems After A Four-hour Run, You Ain't Getting Them.

Humans Are Built For Endurance, Not Speed. We're Awful Sprinters Compared To Every Other Animal. We Try To Run Our Races As If They Were Speed Races, But They Are Not. They're Endurance Races. Even A Marathon, The Way It's Run Now, It's Not An Endurance Contest.