Back in 1992, I was crashing on a friend’s couch in Los Angeles after a breakup—no job, no car, no plan. It was the male version of a Bridget Jones movie.
With nothing but time on my hands, I decided to run a marathon.
The problem? I couldn’t jog for more than twenty minutes. My first runs were in high-top sneakers under the blazing Valley sun, and I remember thinking, Why would anyone voluntarily do this?
But for some reason, I kept going.
Then a friend handed me a book called Fit for Life by Harvey Diamond. One of the ideas in the book was simple: eat nothing but fruit until noon.
I thought it sounded crazy, but I tried it for ten days.
That small experiment completely changed my marathon training—and honestly, my entire relationship with food. Instead of pancakes and bagels in the morning, I was eating bananas, apples, and berries.
Somehow it gave me an edge.
I finished my first marathon and ended up running 44 more over the next three decades.
That experience taught me something I’ve never forgotten:
What you put into your body determines what you get out of it.
