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...there Was Some Kind Of Connection Between The Capacity To Love And The Capacity To Love *running*. The Engineering Was Certainly The Same: Both Depended On Loosening Your Grip On Your Own Desires, Putting Aside What You Wanted And Appreciating What You've Got, Being Patient And Forgiving And... Undemanding...maybe We Shouldn't Be Surprised That Getting Better At One Could Make You Better At The Other.

One Of The Most Dangerous And Best-kept Secrets Of The Medical Profession Is The Epidemic Of Anesthesiologists Who Are Addicted To Their Own Drugs.

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.

Anyone Can Do Running. Running Should Be Easy. It Should Be Fun. It Should Include Everyone. It Shouldn't Be A Punishment For Eating Cheesecake, Which Is What We've Turned It Into.

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.