Some seek the comfort of their therapist's office, other head to the corner pub and dive into a pint, but I chose running as my therapy.

Somewhere along the line we seem to have confused comfort with happiness.

If it felt good, you didn't push hard enough. It's supposed to hurt like hell.

For me, as for so many runners, there really are no finish lines. Runs end; running doesn't.

Sometimes you've got to go through hell to get to heaven.

Regardless of how distant your dreams may seem, every second counts.

There is magic in misery. Just ask any runner.

We have killed our souls with comfort instead of seeking fulfillment and achievement.

I run to breathe the fresh air. I run to explore. I run to escape the ordinary.

I never feel more alive than when I'm in great pain, struggling against insurmountable odds and untold adversity. Hardship? Suffering? Bring it!

Running is about finding your inner peace, and so is a life well lived.

Unless you're not pushing yourself, you're not living to the fullest. You can't be afraid to fail, but unless you fail, you haven't pushed hard enough."

Don't confuse comfort with happiness.

If you keep chasing your dreams, one day you'll catch them.

Any goal worth achieving involves an element of risk.

Listen to everyone, follow no one.

Don't run with your legs, run with your heart.

Even if you're inches away from the finish, never take success for granted.

The human body has limitations. The human spirit is boundless.