Running Should Be Free, Man.

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.

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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.

If You Can Run Six Miles On A Summer Day, Then You, My Friend, Are A Lethal Weapon In The Animal Kingdom.