I am tired of spending a little bit of money in a lot of pieces because they keep on falling apart.
For me, as for so many runners, there really are no finish lines. Runs end; running doesn't.
I eat nothing that's processed or refined - no high-fructose corn syrup, no sugar, no trans-fats. I eat a lot of fish and monounsaturated fats from olives, olive oil and nuts. A lot of organic, fresh fruits and vegetables. No bread. No gluten. No wheat. No rice.
A lot of ultramarathoners are soloists. They're single and live lives off the grid.
Somewhere along the line we seem to have confused comfort with happiness.
Never, however, do I take shortcuts. There is not path of least resistance in my training. What I do equates to hard manual labor, disciplined grunt work. Once you permit yourself to compromise, you fail yourself. You might be able to fool some people, but you can never fool yourself. Your toughest critic is the one you face every morning in the mirror.
Don't confuse comfort with happiness.
He who feels that the vice of avarice has got hold of him, should not wish to observe fasts of supererogation, but to give alms.
An unfinished book. left unattended, turns feral, and she would need all her focus, will and ruthless determination to tame it again.
It’s funny how you can live somewhere your whole life, but not really see it.
He who, conscious of being strong, is content to be weak, he shall be the paragon of mankind. Being the paragon of mankind, Virtue will never desert him. He returns to the state of a little child.