Some of the 24-hour-race participants saw me and thanked me for the race. They are very nice people.
It is so funny! You pass people at fifteen or sixteen miles, smiling and smiling. Then, without any warning, cramps come later — at about twenty miles. Then you have to stop and walk.
One policeman said to me, “You can’t walk, you have to run.” He was encouraging me to run, but I was dying.
RB 412. 25 October 1981↩
From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 8, Agni Press, 1982
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/rb_8