The boss runs from home to the office almost every day, his hair flopping in the Tennessee breeze, his loping strides covering ten miles between 6:30 and 8 a.m. He confesses an addiction to LSD—long, slow distances. It began during the Viet Nam War, when Air Force brass threatened to dump him as flight surgeon because he weighed a puffy 220. Now he is down to 168. He is 41 years old, and he ran the Boston Marathon for the first time last year, then repeated this year. He wants to do all the big marathons. Last month it was...
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