Some seek the comfort of their therapist's office, other head to the corner pub and dive into a pint, but I chose running as my therapy.

Awakenings are always terrifying as they force you to realize your past has been lived in confinement, the most disturbing part is when you recognize that the shackle holding you down are largely once you have placed upon yourself, the prison is self constructed

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

Don't confuse comfort with happiness.

I run because long after my footprints fade away, maybe I will have inspired a few to reject the easy path, hit the trails, put one foot in front of the other, and come to the same conclusion I did: I run because it always takes me where I want to go.

I have my whole office set-up at waist level; I don't sit at all during the day. Sitting, to me, is the devil.

The human body has limitations. The human spirit is boundless.