Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that's the essence of running, and a metaphor for life

I was reduced to pure concept. My flesh had dissolved; my form had dissipated. I floated in space. Liberated of my corporeal being, but without dispensation to go anywhere else.I was adrift in the void. Somewhere across the fine line separating nightmare from reality.

Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.

I'll be happy if running and I can grow old together.

She was seriously in love, but she never made demands.

No mistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are red; I'm in love. And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current's too overpowering; I don't have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I've never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there's no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I'll be burned up, gone forever.

I'm the kind of person who has to totally commit to whatever I do.