Ask Nothing From Your Running, And You'll

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 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. And When Our Ancestors Finally Did Make Their First Cave Paintings, What Were The First Designs? A Downward Slash, Lightning Bolts Through The Bottom And Middle-behold, The Running Man.

We've Created An Unnatural Form Of Running. It's Not Just The Shoes, But We Run On Artificial Surfaces - Straight Ahead, Hard And Steady - Instead Of Speeding Up And Slowing Down, Reacting To The Terrain With Changes Of Pace And Rhythm.

Everyone Is Built For Running.

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.

Running Is The Heart Of What It Means To Be Human.