There is magic in misery. Just ask any runner.
Don’t run with your legs, run with your heart.
I never feel more alive than when I’m in great pain, struggling against insurmountable odds and untold adversity. Hardship? Suffering? Bring it!
Somewhere along the line we seem to have confused comfort with happiness.
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.
If it comes easy, if it doesn’t require extraordinary effort, you’re not pushing hard enough. It’s supposed to hurt like hell.
Don’t confuse comfort with happiness.
A lot of ultramarathoners are soloists. They’re single and live lives off the grid.
I eat nothing that’s processed or refined – no high-fructose corn syrup, no sugar, no trans-fats. I eat a lot of fish and monounsaturated fats from olives, olive oil and nuts. A lot of organic, fresh fruits and vegetables. No bread. No gluten. No wheat. No rice.
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.
I love to run and I have some tips to keep it fresh and novel. I rarely use the same route twice. That keeps things new.
I run with a credit card and a cell phone, so when there is not a 7-Eleven around, like some of the country roads out there, I can get him to deliver a pizza to me. And I kind of give them a coordinate, a corner.