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“…she liked to tell them that running huge miles in the mountains was “very romantic”. Gotcha. Grueling, grimy, muddy, bloody lonely trail-running equals moonlight and champagne. But yeah, Ann insisted, running was romantic, and no,  of course her friends didn’t get it because they’d never broken through. For them, running was a miserable two miles motivated solely by size 6 jeans: get on the scale, get depressed, get your headphones on, and get over with…Relax though, and your body becomes so familiar with the cradle-rocking rhythm that you almost forgot you’re moving. And once you break through to that soft, half-levitating flow, that’s when the moonlight and champagne show up. “You have to be in tune with your body, and know when you can push it, and when to back off.” (McDougall, 2009 : 68-9) (McDougall, C. 2009. Born to Run. London: Profile Books LTD.)

“…she liked to tell them that running huge miles in the mountains was “very romantic”. Gotcha. Grueling, grimy, muddy, bloody lonely trail-running equals moonlight and champagne. But yeah, Ann insisted, running was romantic, and no,  of course her friends didn’t get it because they’d never broken through. For them, running was a miserable two miles motivated solely by size 6 jeans: get on the scale, get depressed, get your headphones on, and get over with…Relax though, and your body becomes so familiar with the cradle-rocking rhythm that you almost forgot you’re moving. And once you break through to that soft, half-levitating flow, that’s when the moonlight and champagne show up. “You have to be in tune with your body, and know when you can push it, and when to back off.” (McDougall, 2009 : 68-9)

(McDougall, C. 2009. Born to Run. London: Profile Books LTD.)