I Run Because It Always Takes Me

I Run Because It Always Takes Me Where I Want To Go.

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.

The Human Body Is Capable Of Amazing Physical Deeds. If We Could Just Free Ourselves From Our Perceived Limitations And Tap Into Our Internal Fire, The Possibilities Are Endless.

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.

As Long As My Heart's Still In It, I'll Keep Going. If The Passion's There, Why Stop?... There'll Likely Be A Point Of Diminishing Returns, A Point Where My Strength Will Begin To Wane. Until Then, I'll Just Keep Plodding Onward, Putting One Foot In Front Of The Other To The Best Of My Ability. Smiling The Entire Time.