I Run To Breathe The Fresh Air.

I Do A Lot Of Marathons As Training Runs. If I'm Somewhere And There's A Marathon, I'll Sign Up And Just Go Run It.

I Run With A Credit Card And A Cell Phone, So When There Is Not A 7-eleven Around, Like Some Of The Country Roads Out There, I Can Get Him To Deliver A Pizza To Me. And I Kind Of Give Them A Coordinate, A Corner.

I Run To Breathe The Fresh Air. I Run To Explore. I Run To Escape The Ordinary.

I Love Surfing, Rock Climbing, Cycling - All That Stuff. But It's Just Amazing That I Can Inspire People With My Running. It's Humbling, Really.

People Think I'm Crazy To Put Myself Through Such Torture, Though I Would Argue Otherwise. Somewhere Along The Line We Seem To Have Confused Comfort With Happiness... Dostoyevsky Had It Right: 'suffering Is The Sole Origin Of Consciousness.' Never Are My Senses More Engaged Than When The Pain Sets In. There Is A Magic In Misery. Just Ask Any Runner.