I ran a marathon in prison and the Sahara from edge to edge. He covered hundreds of kilometers in ultramarathons, participated in dozens of adventure races. I was chased by angry crocodiles, gored by leeches and doused with droppings by bats. I would fall asleep on my bike, wake up with a tarantula in my sleeping bag and hang on a rope off a cliff. I rubbed calluses the size of a tennis ball, ran without sleep or food for several days. Running was my punishment and my salvation. He helped me overcome my addiction to alcohol and drugs, feel real pain and learn true healing. Men were called "Running Man" and I had to do crazy things to stay sober.