I'm not a runner, and I always dreamed about just throwing on my sneakers and really knocking everyone's socks off with my joy of traversing the world by foot.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I dream about running all the time.
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.
I've always had a longstanding dream, ever since I was a kid, where I was running on a big lake of ice and I kept running and kept running, just about to where I was trying to get to, and I fell through the ice, and then I couldn't find the hole where I fell through to get back out again.
Anybody can be a runner... We were meant to move. We were meant to run. It's the easiest sport.
When I was a little boy, I always wanted to run. I loved competing with my friends.
It's like one of those dreams you have when someone is chasing you. You're running as fast as you can, and someone's trotting behind you, just out of range, trying to grab onto you.
I am never out there just jogging for the heck of it. I never do that. I start to run with a goal in mind, whether it's a certain time or certain distance or a specific heart-rate goal, and then I am done.
I love to run, and I actually run quite a bit.
I am very amazed by the runners out there because I like jog to the garbage can outside sometimes, and I get tired.
When I run barefoot, I put my shoes on my hands. Running around with shoe-hands looks a little weird.
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