For Me, As For So

For Me, As For So Many Runners, There Really Are No Finish Lines. Runs End; Running Doesn't.

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

I'm Not Trying To Take More Of The Pie For Myself. I'm Trying To Make The Pie Larger For Everyone.

Toeing The Starting Line Of A Marathon, Regardless Of The Language You Speak, The God You Worship Or The Color Of Your Skin, We All Stand As Equal. Perhaps The World Would Be A Better Place If More People Ran.

People Think I'm Crazy To Put Myself Through Such Torture, Though I Would Argue Otherwise. Somewhere Along The Line We Seem To Have Confused Comfort With Happiness... Dostoyevsky Had It Right: 'suffering Is The Sole Origin Of Consciousness.' Never Are My Senses More Engaged Than When The Pain Sets In. There Is A Magic In Misery. Just Ask Any Runner.