Running Is Real. It’s All Joy And

It's Like Having A Pet Dog For A Long Time. You Get Attached To It, And When It Dies You Miss It.

To A Sprinter, The Hundred-yard Dash Is Over In Three Seconds, Not Nine Or Ten. The First 'second' Is When You Come Out Of The Blocks. The Next Is When You Look Up And Take Your First Few Strides To Attain Gain Position. By That Time The Race Is Actually About Half Over. The Final 'second' - The Longest Slice Of Time In The World For An Athlete - Is That Last Half Of The Race, When You Really Bear Down And See What You're Made Of. It Seems To Take An Eternity, Yet Is All Over Before You Can Think What's Happening.

We Must Respect The Rights And Properties Of Our Fellowman. And Then Learn To Play The Game Of Life, As Well As The Game Of Athletics, According To The Rules Of Society. If You Can Take That And Put It Into Practice In The Community In Which You Live, Then, To Me You Have Won The Greatest Championship.

Life Doesn't Give You All The Practice Races You Need.

The Lives Of Most Men Are Patchwork Quilts. Or At Best One Matching Outfit With A Closet And Laundry Bag Full Of Incongruous Accumulations. A Lifetime Of Training For Just Ten Seconds.