Vincit qui patitur: he conquers, who endures.

Endurance? You've only got to get out there and do it. Face up to it: man was meant to run.

Ignore, then, whether you are tall and thin or short and stocky- whether they laughed at you at home (where they are often unkind) or at school (where they are mostly blind, anyway). Indeed-to hell with the lot of them if you 'feel' you can do it.

I have found life highly competitive. I accept it. It is useless, merely a hypocritical humbug, to sincerely wish your opponent to win. If you are out to win you are better not wanting to know your opponent, much less grow to like him - and wish him, honestly success over you. I have never functioned that way.

While a man is racing he must hate himself and his competitors.

Runners don't run with their legs, they run ON their legs. In reality, they run with their Arms!

If the coach cannot do it, he cannot 'teach' it-only talk about it.