Our grandfathers had to run, run, run. My generation's out of breath. We ain't running no more.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We're constantly told that running will ruin our knees and outrage our hearts, but for nearly all of human existence, it was associated with freedom, vitality, and eternal youth.
My father, though, could run very much faster. It was impossible to compete with him on the grass. But it was astonishing how slow old people were. Some of them could not run up a hill and called it trying to climb stairs.
Running is a simple, primitive act, and therein lays its power. For it is one of the few commonalities left between us as a human race.
In the end, the American dream is not a sprint, or even a marathon, but a relay. Our families don't always cross the finish line in the span of one generation. But each generation passes on to the next the fruits of their labor.
I've been running my whole life. Running into bars, running around the world. But when you have a child, you can't run. That was a revelation.
My father didn't think running was sensible. He told me running is just wasting time.
Our families don't always cross the finish line in the span of one generation. But each generation passes on to the next the fruits of their labor.
From Day 1 I wasn't planning to run until I am very old.
None of the longest-lived people ran marathons or pumped iron. They live exactly as their grandparents before them - surrounded by family and friends.
The previous generation paved the way for my generation to gallop unheeded into jobs previously reserved for men.