Endurance Running Was My Passion,

I Wasn't Born With Any Innate Talent. I've Never Been Naturally Gifted At Anything. I Always Had To Work At It. The Only Way I Knew How To Succeed Was To Try Harder Than Anyone Else. Dogged Persistence Is What Got Me Through Life. But Here Was Something I Was Half-decent At. Being Able To Run Great Distances Was The One Thing I Could Offer The World. Others Might Be Faster, But I Could Go Longer. My Strongest Quality Is That I Never Give Up.

Most Dreams Die A Slow Death. They're Conceived In A Moment Of Passion, With The Prospect Of Endless Possibility, But Often Languish And Are Not Pursued With The Same Heartfelt Intensity As When First Born. Slowly, Subtly, A Dream Becomes Elusive And Ephemeral. People Who've Lost Their Own Dreams Become Pessimists And Cynics. They Feel Like The Time And Devotion Spent On Chasing Their Dreams Were Wasted. The Emotional Scars Last Forever.

I Run To Breathe The Fresh Air. I Run To Explore. I Run To Escape The Ordinary.

If You Keep Chasing Your Dreams, One Day You'll Catch Them.

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.