“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…
“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…
A few years ago, I hated running. Now I’ve changed my tune: I grudgingly respect its existence, and occasionally hang out with it. When I was a tallish skinny youth, someone made the mistake of telling me, “You’d be a…