When All Else Fails, Start

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 Never Feel More Alive Than When I'm In Great Pain, Struggling Against Insurmountable Odds And Untold Adversity. Hardship? Suffering? Bring It!

As Long As My Heart's Still In It, I'll Keep Going. If The Passion's There, Why Stop?... There'll Likely Be A Point Of Diminishing Returns, A Point Where My Strength Will Begin To Wane. Until Then, I'll Just Keep Plodding Onward, Putting One Foot In Front Of The Other To The Best Of My Ability. Smiling The Entire Time.

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.

A Lot Of Ultramarathoners Are Soloists. They're Single And Live Lives Off The Grid.