Go Out Hard And Finish Harder.

Don't Run With Your Legs, Run With Your Heart.

Most Dreams Die A Slow Death. They're Conceived In A Moment Of Passion, With The Prospect Of Endless Possibility, But Often Languish And Are Not Pursued With The Same Heartfelt Intensity As When First Born. Slowly, Subtly, A Dream Becomes Elusive And Ephemeral. People Who've Lost Their Own Dreams Become Pessimists And Cynics. They Feel Like The Time And Devotion Spent On Chasing Their Dreams Were Wasted. The Emotional Scars Last Forever.

I Run To Breathe The Fresh Air. I Run To Explore. I Run To Escape The Ordinary.

People Think I'm Crazy To Put Myself Through Such Torture, Though I Would Argue Otherwise. Somewhere Along The Line We Seem To Have Confused Comfort With Happiness... Dostoyevsky Had It Right: 'suffering Is The Sole Origin Of Consciousness.' Never Are My Senses More Engaged Than When The Pain Sets In. There Is A Magic In Misery. Just Ask Any Runner.

I Love To Run And I Have Some Tips To Keep It Fresh And Novel. I Rarely Use The Same Route Twice. That Keeps Things New.