I am coming to realize I love running. Hope my physics won't fail me

They were Tarahumara Indians from the Copper Canyons region of northwestern Mexico. Their curious appearance matched their mysterious legend?that they defy every known rule of physical conditioning and still speed along for hundreds of miles. The Tarahumara (pronounced Spanish-style, taramara by swallowing the ?hu?) didn?t work out, or stretch, or protect their feet. They chain-smoked fierce black tobacco, ate a ton of carbs and barely any meat, and chugged so much cactus moonshine that they were either drunk or hungover an estimated one-third of each year (one day on their backs, that is, for every two on their feet). ?Drunkenness is a matter of pride, not of shame,? Dick and Mary Lutz wrote in their book The Running Indians. And yet, the Lutzes insist, ?There is no doubt they are the best runners in the world.?