Running Should Be Free, Man.

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.

Only Recently Have We Come Up With The Technology To Turn Lazing Around Into A Way Of Life. We've Taken Our Sinewy, Durable, Hunter-gatherer Bodies And Plunked Them Into An Artificial World Of Leisure.

The Tarahumara Would Party Like This All Night, Then Rouse Themselves The Next Morning To Face Off In A Running Race That Could Last Not Two Miles, Not Two Hours, But Two Full Days. According To The Mexican Historian Francisco Almada, A Tarahumara Champion Once Ran 435 Miles, The Equivalent Of Setting Out For A Jog In New York City And Not Stopping Till You Were Closing In On Detroit.

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.

Every Morning In Africa, A Gazelle Wakes Up, It Knows It Must Outrun The Fastest Lion Or It Will Be Killed. Every Morning In Africa, A Lion Wakes Up. It Knows It Must Run Faster Than The Slowest Gazelle, Or It Will Starve. It Doesn't Matter Whether You're The Lion Or A Gazelle-when The Sun Comes Up, You'd Better Be Running.