There's Something So Universal About That Sensation,

We Were Born To Run; We Were Born Because We Run.

You Don't Have To Be Fast. But You'd Better Be Fearless.

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.

...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.

Were Designed For Persistence Hunting, Which Is A Mix Of Running And Walking. Whats Built Into That Kind Of Running Is A Sense Of Pleasure. You Are Designed And Built And Perfect For This Activity, And It Should Be Enjoyable And Fun.