Make friends with pain, and you will never be alone.~Ken Chlouber, Colorado miner and creator of the Leadville Trail 100 mile race
If you don’t have answers to your problems after a four-hour run, you ain’t getting them.
Perhaps all our troubles – all the violence, obesity, illness, depression, and greed we can’t overcome – began when we stopped living as Running People. Deny your nature, and it will erupt in some other, uglier way.
Ask nothing from your running, and you’ll get more than you ever imagined!
Suffering is humbling. It pays to know how to get your butt kicked.
You don’t have to be fast. But you’d better be fearless.
If you don’t think you were born to run you’re not only denying history. You’re denying who you are.
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.
We run when we’re scared, we run when we’re ecstatic, we run away from our problems and run around for a good time.
Blaming the running injury epidemic on big, bad Nike seems too easy – but that’s okay, because it’s largely their fault.
We wouldn’t be alive without love we wouldn’t have survived without running maybe we shouldn’t be surprised that getting better at one could make you better at the other.
He was onto something. Something huge. It wasn’t just how to run; it was how to live, the essence of who we are as a species and what we’re meant to be.
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.
Faced with the almost inescapable conclusion that it had been selling lemons, Nike shifted into make-lemonade mode. Jeff Pisciotta became head of a top-secret and seemingly impossible project: finding a way to make a buck off a naked foot.
The words of the social critic Eric Hoffer were ringing true: “Every great cause begins as a movement, becomes a business, and turns into a racket.
We say the rarajipari is the game of life, Angel said. You never know how hard it will be. You never know when it will end. You can’t control it. You can only adjust.
You ran to eat and to avoid being eaten; you ran to find a mate and impress her, and with her you ran off to start a new life together. You had to love running or you wouldn’t live to love anything else.
Don’t fight the trail, take what it gives you. If you have a choice between one step or two between rocks, take three.
If you can run six miles on a summer day then you, my friend, are a lethal weapon in the animal kingdom. We can dump heat on the run, but animals can’t pant while they gallop.
The reason we race isn’t so much to beat each other, he understood, but to be with each other.