When All Else Fails, Start Running!

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.

A Marathon Is Not About Running, It Is About Salvation. We Spend So Much Of Our Lives Doubting Ourselves, Thinking We're Not Good Enough, Not Strong Enough, Not Made Of The Right Stuff. The Marathon Is An Opportunity For Redemption. "opportunity," Because The Outcome Is Uncertain. "opportunity," Because It Is Up To You, And Only You, To Make It Happen; Only You Can Turn Your Farfetched Dream Into A Reality.

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 Never Feel More Alive Than When I'm In Great Pain, Struggling Against Insurmountable Odds And Untold Adversity. Hardship? Suffering? Bring It!