Then there's the reticent Tarahumara tribe, the record long-distance runners in the human race. These are a group who live in basic environment in Mexico, frequently in caves not including running water, and run with only strips of old type or leather flip-flops short of money to the bottom of their feet. They are practically barefoot.
Come up to race day, the Tarahumara don't train. They don't make bigger or limbering up. They just stroll to the opening line, smiling and bantering, and then go for it, ultra-running for two full days, on occasion covering over 300 miles, non-stop. One of them in recent times came first in a important 100-mile race wearing nothing but a toga and beach sandals. He was 57 years old.
When it comes to training, the Tarahumara prefer more of a Mardi gras come close to. In terms of diet, lifestyle and preparation technique, they're a track coach's outlandish. They drink like New Year's Eve is a weekly event, tossing back enough corn-based beer and home-based tequila brewed from rattlesnake corpses to floor a military.
Nothing like their Western counterparts, the Tarahumara don't fill their bodies with electrolyte-rich games drinks. They don't rebuild linking workouts with protein bars in fact; they scarcely consume any protein at all, livelihood on modest additional ground corn spiced up by their favorite weakness, barbecued mouse.
I've watched them clamber sheer cliffs with no in evidence support on nothing more than an hour's snooze and abdomen full of pinto beans. It's as if a secretarial error entered the stats in the wrong columns. Shouldn't we, the ones among state-of-the-art running shoes and custom-made orthotics, have the zero victim rates, and the Tarahumara, who run far more, on far rockier terrain, in shoes that barely meet the criteria as shoes, be constantly hospitalized?
Humans need aerobic exercise in arrange to stay strong,' says Lieberman. 'If there's any the unexplained bullet to make human beings fit, it's to run.'
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