A really lovely piece from my friend Chris Onstad on getting back to running, eventually making his way up to a marathon: "You are running. The lungs struggle to pull sustenance from the oxygen, like refried beans pushed through a sieve. Panicked, the muscles frantically call upon the enzymes that will deliver life-giving glycogen; the wires are dead, the operator is in an experimental coma in a basement below the mortuary. You have gone two hundred feet."
Sweat Gets in Your Eyes | Chris Onstad
Marathons were for the test-tube babies created to compete in the Olympics—not regular guys.
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