Drowning people Sometimes die Fighting their rescuers.
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.
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.
For me, as for so many runners, there really are no finish lines. Runs end; running doesn't.
Are you an artist? Look about you. Is there a physical tool whose use you have mastered, a part of your body that responds utterly to your control? Is your motive esthetic? If so, you are an artist. If not, you are probably a writer.
I would like to say that that even the teachings of the Koran cannot be exempted from criticism.
Christ became one of us to redeem all of us.
I am a painter with letters. I want to restore everything, mix everything up and say everything.