Running is just such a monastery- a retreat, a place to commune with God and yourself, a place for psychological and spiritual renewal.

Some think guts is sprinting at the end of a race. But guts is what got you there to begin with. Guts start back in the hills with 6 miles to go and you're thinking of how you can get out of this race without anyone noticing. Guts begin when you still have forty minutes of torture left and you're already hurting more than you ever remember.

Because until we write it down, we don't know what is actually at the root of our lives.

The difference between a jogger and a runner is an entry blank.

And while these pounds were being shed, while the physiological miracles were occurring with the heart and muscle and metabolism, psychological marvels were taking place as well. Just so, the world over, bodies, minds, and souls are constantly being born again, during miles on the road.

If you want to find the answers to the Big Questions about your soul, you'd best begin with the Little Answers about your body.

The true runner is a very fortunate person. He has found something in him that is just perfect.