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.
As long as my heart's still in it, I'll keep going. If the passion's there, why stop?
Sure I'm cut but not for the sake of vanity.
Somewhere along the line we seem to have confused comfort with happiness.
Once you permit yourself to compromise, you fail yourself.
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.