There are those of us who are always about to live. We are waiting until things change, until there is more time, until we are less tired, until we get a promotion, until we settle down / until, until, until. It always seems as if there is some major event that must occur in our lives before we begin living.

To know you are one with what you are doing, to know that you are a complete athlete, begins with believing you are a runner.

If marathoners finish they win.

Exercise is done against one's wishes and maintained only because the alternative is worse.

People begin running for any number of motives, but we stick to it for one basic reason-to find out who we really are.

The key then is to find your own mountain, otherwise you will be competing with people who are not even in your event, and running up against the 'shoulds' and 'oughts' of that world, and the inevitable frustration and depression and feelings of failure. A person can be complete or incomplete, but one thing is sure, he cannot be someone else.

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