okay, i'll bite back :)
yeah, i'm a red wine merchant. love it.
not sure what that has to do with running...
i'm a walker, several miles a day in the countryside, nice and gentle,
and something you can still do with a couple of glasses of red in your system, giving yourself time to appreciate the surroundings, to pause and gather your thoughts, to smile at nature and feel good about life, to stop and chat nicely to a stranger or a friend, with no desire to do more than i did yesterday or to beat my own records by bursting my lungs and heart and knackering myself.
to me, people who run appear to be putting themselves through a great deal of pain in the process and are missing the whole point of the countryside.
runners seem to be totally locked inside their own heads and not at all at one with themselves.
then again, maybe i'm wrong and missing the point.
i also think that our hearts, like every other animal, have a specific number of beats. once those heartbeats are up you die, so what's the hurry.