Everyone Is An Athlete. The

Exercise Is Done Against One's Wishes And Maintained Only Because The Alternative Is Worse.

The Distance Runner Is Mysteriously Reconciling The Separations Of Body And Mind, Of Pain And Pleasure, Of The Conscious And The Unconscious. He Is Repairing The Rent, And Healing The Wound In His Divided Self. He Has Found A Way To Make The Ordinary Extraordinary; The Commonplace Unique; The Everyday Eternal.

Do Not Tell Me What To Do, Tell Me What You Do. Do Not Tell Me What Is Good For Me, Tell Me What Is Good For You. If, At The Same Time, You Reveal The You In Me, If You Become A Mirror To My Inner Self, Then You Have Made A Reader And A Friend.

Success Means Having The Courage, The Determination, And The Will To Become The Person You Believe You Were Meant To Be.

And While These Pounds Were Being Shed, While The Physiological Miracles Were Occurring With The Heart And Muscle And Metabolism, Psychological Marvels Were Taking Place As Well. Just So, The World Over, Bodies, Minds, And Souls Are Constantly Being Born Again, During Miles On The Road.