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

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

There is nothing more certain than the defeat of the man who gives up.

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.

Everyone is an athlete. The only difference is that some of us are in training, and some are not.

Happiness is different from pleasure. Happiness has something to do with struggling and enduring and accomplishing.

Why race? The need to be tested, perhaps; the need to take risks; and the chance to be number one.