Run when you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up.
Struggling and suffering are the essence of a life worth living. If you’re not pushing yourself beyond the comfort zone, if you’re not demanding more from yourself – expanding and learning as you go – you’re choosing a numb existence. You’re denying yourself an extraordinary trip.
I run because long after my footprints fade away, maybe I will have inspired a few to reject the easy path, hit the trails, put one foot in front of the other, and come to the same conclusion I did: I run because it always takes me where I want to go.
If you can’t run, then walk. And if you can’t walk, then crawl. Do what you have to do. Just keep moving forward and never, ever give up.
Some seek the comfort of their therapist’s office, other head to the corner pub and dive into a pint, but I chose running as my therapy.
The human body is capable of amazing physical deeds. If we could just free ourselves from our perceived limitations and tap into our internal fire, the possibilities are endless.
Running is about finding your inner peace, and so is a life well lived.
I’ve raced on all seven continents at least twice. I’ve probably run thousands of races. But the single race that I’m most proud is a 10K. Yes, a 10K. I ran it with my daughter on her 10th birthday.
Endurance running was my passion, my ride. So here, I was in the driver’s seat, running for two days straight pushing the mental and physical limits striving to be better, to go farther, to give more.
Regardless of how distant your dreams may seem, every second counts.
Any goal worth achieving involves an element of risk.
The human body has limitations. The human spirit is boundless.
I never feel more alive than when I’m in great pain, struggling against insurmountable odds and untold adversity. Hardship? Suffering? Bring it!
Don’t run with your legs, run with your heart.
There is magic in misery. Just ask any runner.
Don’t confuse comfort with happiness.
Sometimes you’ve got to go through hell to get to heaven.
For me, as for so many runners, there really are no finish lines. Runs end; running doesn’t.