Sometimes You've Got To Go Through Hell

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.

Running Is A Simple, Primitive Act, And Therein Lays Its Power. For It Is One Of The Few Commonalities Left Between Us As A Human Race.

Even If You're Inches Away From The Finish, Never Take Success For Granted.

I Have An Elliptigo. It's A Standup Bicycle. You Don't Pedal; You Stride On It. It Allows Me To Have The Same Striding Motion As Running Without The Impact.

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