Even when you have gone as far as you can, and everything hurts, and you are staring at the specter of self-doubt, you can find a bit more strength deep inside you, if you look closely enough.

In the big city, if the man next door happens to be a slum landlord, a Mafia bag man, or a long distance runner, what does it matter, as long as he puts his garbage out on Tuesdays?

It can be said that the first half of the marathon is 20 miles long; the second half, 6.2 more.

There is no such thing as an average runner. We are all above average.

It is not so much that I began to run, but that I continued.

What is the purpose of any one workout? Enjoyment? Improvement? Coach said so? Whatever, the hour you run often is the best hour of the day.

Life is a series of hard and easy runs.