"My friends would tell me I'm not addicted to crack, I'm addicted to endorphins," Trason would say, and her comeback didn't much put their minds at ease: 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 it over with. 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."
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Quote - Born to Run
A friend, and running buddy, gave me the book Born to Run. Last night I was struck by a paragraph on page 69. It struck a chord with me after my recent experience in the Oakland Half (about the pain)... This particular section is about Ann Trason: