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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.

Sometimes You've Got To Go Through Hell To Get To Heaven.

I Wasn't Born With Any Innate Talent. I've Never Been Naturally Gifted At Anything. I Always Had To Work At It. The Only Way I Knew How To Succeed Was To Try Harder Than Anyone Else. Dogged Persistence Is What Got Me Through Life. But Here Was Something I Was Half-decent At. Being Able To Run Great Distances Was The One Thing I Could Offer The World. Others Might Be Faster, But I Could Go Longer. My Strongest Quality Is That I Never Give Up.

For Me, As For So Many Runners, There Really Are No Finish Lines. Runs End; Running Doesn't.

If Someone Had Said To Me Before I Started Doing This That A Human Being Is Capable Of Running 100 Miles Nonstop, I Would Have Just Said: 'no Way. I Mean, How?' If You Just Go Out There And Run 100 Miles, It Breaks Down A Lot Of Barriers In Terms Of Self-imposed Limitations.