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“-The reason we race isn't so much to beat each other but to be with each other. -The Hopis consider running a form of prayer; they offer every step as a sacrifice to a loved one, and in return ask the Great Spirit to match their strength with some of his own.”

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Christopher McDougall
Christopher McDougall

Christopher McDougall is a renowned American author known for his insightful exploration of human movement and natural history. His works often combine personal adventure, scientific research, and historical narrative, with his most famous book being 'Born to Run', which delves into why humans are capable of long-distance running and introduces the Tarahumara tribe, an indigenous people in Mexico known for their extraordinary endurance. more

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