If It Comes Easy, If It Doesn’t

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.

A Lot Of Ultramarathoners Are Soloists. They're Single And Live Lives Off The Grid.

I've Raced On All Seven Continents At Least Twice. I've Probably Run Thousands Of Races. But The Single Race That I'm Most Proud Is A 10k. Yes, A 10k. I Ran It With My Daughter On Her 10th Birthday.

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.

Awakenings Are Always Terrifying As They Force You To Realize Your Past Has Been Lived In Confinement, The Most Disturbing Part Is When You Recognize That The Shackle Holding You Down Are Largely Once You Have Placed Upon Yourself, The Prison Is Self Constructed