I ran to find peace. I ran, and kept running, because I had learned that once you started something you didn’t quit, because in life, you have to keep pressing forward. Eventually I ran because I turned into a runner, and my sport brought me physical pleasure and spirited me away from debt and disease, from niggling worries of everyday existence. I ran because I grew to love other runners. I ran because I loved challenges and because there is no better feeling than arriving at the finish line or completing a difficult training run. And because as an accomplished runner, I could tell others how rewarding it was to live healthily, to move my body everyday, to get through difficulties, to eat with consciousness, that what mattered wasn’t how much money you made or where you lived, it was how you lived. I ran because overcoming the difficulties of an ultramarathon reminded me that I could overcome the difficulties of life, that overcoming difficulties was life.
Scott Jurek from his book Eat & Run (via nextbestrunner)
“I’ll never get used to anything. Anybody that does, they might as well be dead.”