THE RACE IS ITS OWN REWARD.
There was a time when people didn’t run to collect T-shirts. Or race numbers.
When the finish line was drawn in the dirt with a stick. And all the winner collected was a cold beer and a thumbs-up.
That’s how this revolution got started. And while it may be time to get runners and races organized, too much organization screws up the whole thing.
Because if you can’t stay a little crazy, it’s damn hard to remain sane.
NIKE
Beaverton, Oregon
sauce: Nor-Cal Running Review Spring 1981
