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“Nearly all runners do their slow runs too fast, and their fast runs too slow." Ken Mierke says. "So they're just training their bodies to burn sugar, which is the last thing a distance runner wants. You've got enough fat stored to run to California, so the more you train your body to burn fat instead of sugar, the longer your limited sugar tank is going to last." -The way to activate your fat-burning furnace is by staying below your aerobic threshold--your hard-breathing point--during your endurance runs.”

Quote by Christopher McDougall

Work

Born to Run: The hidden tribe, the ultra-runners, and the greatest race the world has never seen

This book delves into the world of ultra-running, a niche but passionate community. It examines the lives and training routines of a hidden tribe of runners, highlighting their dedication and the extreme distances they cover. The narrative also focuses on a significant but lesser-known race, offering insights into the history and impact of this event on the sport of running. more

Author

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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