I finished a marathon.

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?

We all have bad days and bad workouts, when running gets ugly, when split times seem slow, when you wonder why you started. It will pass.

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

The pride in finishing a marathon is much greater than all the pain endured during the marathon.

Keep your dream in front of you. Never let it go regardless of how farfetched it might seem.

Life is a series of hard and easy runs.