We who run...are different from those who merely study us. We are out there experiencing what they are trying to put into words.

Like everyone else, I want to be challenged. I want to find out whether or not I am a coward. I want to see how much effort I can put out . . . what I can endure . . . if I measure up. Running allows that.

If you want to win anything - a race, yourself, your life - you have to go a little berserk.

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

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.

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

I have found my hero and he is me.