>What if you can’t runI don`t give a fuck, It was never about running. Why do you think I run? It’s the worst thing, I hate it more than anything. I think about it every day when I wake up. I don’t just run a mile or two miles. It’s the one thing I hate the most to do, and I do it like I love it. 250. 60. 70. 300 mile runs at one time, no sleep. When I get to the start line, cussing at my wife: "Why the fuck am I here? I hate this shit." And after seven something hours of running, every fucking question I ever had is answered.
