Unless You're Not Pushing Yourself, You're Not

Sometimes You've Got To Go Through Hell To Get To Heaven.

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

Go Out Hard And Finish Harder.

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!