For me, as for so many runners, there really are no finish lines. Runs end; running doesn't.

As long as my heart's still in it, I'll keep going. If the passion's there, why stop?

I went to college, grad school. I got an M.B.A., had a really cush corporate job. But I was just bored stiff. I didn't fit that mold.

Pain is the body's way of ridding itself of weakness.

I run because if I didn’t, I’d be sluggish and glum and spend too much time on the couch. I run to breathe the fresh air. I run to explore. I run to escape the ordinary. I run…to savor the trip along the way. Life becomes a little more vibrant, a little more intense. I like that.

Toeing the starting line of a marathon, regardless of the language you speak, the God you worship or the color of your skin, we all stand as equal. Perhaps the world would be a better place if more people ran.

Somewhere along the line we seem to have confused comfort with happiness.