The Words Of The Social Critic Eric

That Was The Real Secret Of The Tarahumara: They'd Never Forgotten What It Felt Like To Love Running. They Remembered That Running Was Mankind's First Fine Art, Our Original Act Of Inspired Creation. Way Before We Were Scratching Pictures On Caves Or Beating Rhythms On Hollow Trees, We Were Perfecting The Art Of Combining Our Breath And Mind And Muscles Into Fluid Self-propulsion Over Wild Terrain. And When Our Ancestors Finally Did Make Their First Cave Paintings, What Were The First Designs? A Downward Slash, Lightning Bolts Through The Bottom And Middle-behold, The Running Man.

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.

Even Charles Darwin, That Human Decoder Ring Of Bizarre Behavior, Found The Idea Of Saving A Stranger's Life To Be A Total Head-scratcher.

You Don't Stop Running Because You Get Old, You Get Old Because You Stop Running.

The Words Of The Social Critic Eric Hoffer Were Ringing True: "every Great Cause Begins As A Movement, Becomes A Business, And Turns Into A Racket."