I'm Not Trying To Take More Of

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.

If It Comes Easy, If It Doesn’t Require Extraordinary Effort, You’re Not Pushing Hard Enough. It’s Supposed To Hurt Like Hell.

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.

Struggling And Suffering Are The Essence Of A Life Worth Living. If You're Not Pushing Yourself Beyond The Comfort Zone, If You're Not Demanding More From Yourself - Expanding And Learning As You Go - You're Choosing A Numb Existence. You're Denying Yourself An Extraordinary Trip.

If It Felt Good, You Didn't Push Hard Enough. It's Supposed To Hurt Like Hell.