Running allows for a chance to briefly escape whatever troubles you may face. You run. You breathe. You embrace life. Nothing can bring you down as you find your own rhythm upon the ground. Each footfall leaving behind a trail of worries. Run. Breathe. Live.
It’s a treat being a runner, out in the world by yourself with not a soul to make you bad-tempered or tell you what to do.
Running is a gift I give myself almost daily. Even at days when everything seems to go wrong, I treat myself on the satisfaction of a lap of 30 to 40 minutes.
The real purpose of running isn’t to win a race; it’s to test the limits of the human heart.
Anybody can be a runner. We were meant to move. We were meant to run. It’s the easiest sport.
For me, as for so many runners, there really are no finish lines. Runs end; running doesn’t.
Running is about finding your inner peace, and so is a life well lived.
It’s very hard in the beginning to understand that the whole idea is not to beat the other runners. Eventually you learn that the competition is against the little voice inside you that wants you to quit.
For every runner who tours the world running marathons, there are thousands who run to hear the leaves and listen to the rain, and look to the day when it is suddenly as easy as a bird in flight.
The obsession with running is really an obsession with the potential for more and more life.