I wipe away my tears and nod, because the pain in my leg is nothing compare to the one in my heart.

It's funny how you can think you know someone pretty well, and then something happens or they do something that makes you understand that you didn't really know them at all.

It was beyond embarrassing or humiliating or even mortifying. It was ego-slaying!

I am a runner. That's what I do. That's who I am. Running is all I know, or want, or care about.

I miss school. What’s wrong with me?

(Actually now I’m remembering that the goodbye chow isn’t spelled that way. It’s ciao or something weird like that. It’s Italian, right? But I’m not an Italian gypsy, I’m a hungry gypsy. So spelling it chow makes total sense.)

So there I was, with the two hottest girls on campus, having lunch. I was "the man", the envy of every other guy in our school. Buddy, I was miserable." -Bryce Loski