Time Traveler

I would like a Time Machine so I can travel back and find the first human who came up with the idea of running for "pleasure".
I would like to talk with them. I bet you thought I was going to say, "Hit them with a hammer" or "A 10 lb bag of potatoes" but NO I'd just like to have a chat with them. Maybe a chat over coffee and a danish or a nice buttered roll. I'd like to actually show them what pleasurable IS. It wouldn't take much to convince them that huffing and puffing "for fun" sucks rocks. Big, dirty, found-in-the-sewer type rocks.

WHO was the brainiac that decided to take a survival instinct to an whole new level? How did it happen? Were they running away from a wild boar and sometime after the boar collapsed from boredom they decided "Hey! I'm going to wear tiny satin shorts and rubber soled shoes and run just for fun as sweat drips off the end of my nose!"

Was it the Ancient Greeks? I'd like to blame it on them ONLY because I happened to run right by the owner of the local Greek Diner on the trail this morning. He was drinking a cup of coffee. That peeved me.  He was also dressed in slacks, button down shirt and black dress shoes. I admire that as he had about 2 miles to go to get to the diner. I REALLY wanted the coffee though. It just hit me that he must have a supply of those pretty blue Greek Dinner paper coffee cups at his house. How cool is that? I love those cups.
Anyway I digress.

Today was a lovely day for a run. Don't get too excited, it's a lovely day for ANYTHING but running is what I did first thing in the AM. It was a MUCH better run than Tuesday. I need to remember that lack of sleep and crappy food effect me almost immediately.  I kind of miss those days when I could stay up for 24 hours eating bacon cheeseburgers. OK so I could never stay awake for 24 hours but I there was a time when eating a bacon cheese burger had no ill effects on me. Of course I was 8 at the time.