There will always be something to strive for. My hope is for the heart to strive forever.

When I first started running, I was so embarrassed I'd walk when cars passed me. I'd pretend I was looking at the flowers!

One hour with a child is like a ten-mile run.

Every time I fail, I assume I will be a stronger person for it. I keep on running figuratively and literally, despite a limp that gets more noticeable with each passing season, because for me there has always been a place to go and a terrible urgency to get there.

Keep varying the program. Your body will tell you what to do.

Coffee doesn't do it for me; it's running that gets me going.

I look at victory as milestones on a very long highway.