Every evening visitors to Miami’s South Beach are treated to a sight as reliable as the sunset: A moving landmark, shirtless, clad in a black sweatband, black shorts, one black glove, and gray shoes, who can be seen completing his eight mile run along the shore. Born Robert Kraft, his friends and running tribe call him Raven. At 5:30 p.m. he does a roll call. Sometimes Poutine is there, or Taxman. Deep Dish, Unsettled, or White Lightning may show up. But Raven is always there without fail.

Source: ​Why Runners From All Around the World Have Joined This Guy on His 40 Year Streak | Runner’s World