Out on the roads there is fitness and self-discovery and the persons we were destined to be.

On the roads, I can see truth revealed whole without thought or reason. There I experience the sudden understanding that comes unasked, unbidden. I simply rest, rest within myself, rest within the pure rhythm of my running. And I wait.

If marathoners finish they win.

I run each day to preserve the self I attained the day before and to secure the self yet to be.

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

Life is a positive-sum game. Everyone from the gold medallist to the last finisher can rejoice in a personal victory.

For every runner who tours the world running marathons, there are thousands who run to hear leaves and listen to rain and look to the day when it all is suddenly as easy as a bird in flight.