Somewhere along the line we seem to have confused comfort with happiness.
I run to breathe the fresh air. I run to explore. I run to escape the ordinary.
When I ran across America, for 75 days I ate 10,000 calories a day. I still lost about five pounds.
Any goal worth achieving involves an element of risk.
Listen to everyone, follow no one.
For me, as for so many runners, there really are no finish lines. Runs end; running doesn't.