Everyone Is Built For Running.

Endurance, After All, Is The Only Reason We Even Exist. We Think Of Ourselves As Nature's Deadliest Animals, But The Truth Is, A Naked Human Is The Biggest Wimp In The Wild. We Have No Fangs, No Claws, No Strength, And No Speed.

...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.

We're Constantly Told That Running Will Ruin Our Knees And Outrage Our Hearts, But For Nearly All Of Human Existence, It Was Associated With Freedom, Vitality, And Eternal Youth.

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.

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