“And we are running at 9000 feet, down a road that was probably a 7, 8, or 9 per cent grade, in a 32-degree corn snow blizzard where the snow was blowing horizontally. And corn snow is the kind where it hits and freezes. And he was going along like crazy. He was in rare form. Pissin’ and moanin’ and complaining about everything in the universe. And I turned to him and said "Pre, do you realize no one in the world is training as hard as we are right now.” He shut up. He didn’t say another word the entire run.“ -Frank Shorter
Running, one might say, is basically an absurd past-time upon which to be exhausting ourselves. But if you can find meaning, in the kind of running you have to do to stay on this team, chances are you will be able to find meaning in another absurd past-time: Life.