You entered a marathon with hills? You idiot.

Without ice cream there would be darkness and chaos.

A good teammate is someone willing to get outside of personal thoughts and emotions, a friend who tries to understand, appreciate, and encourage other members of the team.

Grizzly bears eat people without the benefit of music.

Eventually, competition and adventure wane, and I enter my ibuprofen phase. Tweaky hamstrings and achy knees restrict mileage, but I continue running for health, sanity, and the ritual of a Sunday trail run with like-minded buddies. We discuss the nagging injuries that bedevil us, and remember the good old days when we were kings.

Coaches know that a parent publicly scolding his kid after a race will not help the athlete perform better.

You entered a marathon with hills? You idiot.