Just move your legs. Because if you don’t think you were born to run, you’re not only denying history. You’re denying who you are.

Whenever an art form loses its fire, when it gets weakened by intellectual inbreeding and first principles fade into stale tradition, a radical fringe eventually appears to blow it up and rebuild from the rubble. Young Gun ultrarunners were like Lost Generation writers in the ’20s, Beat poets in the ’50s, and rock musicians in the ’60s: they were poor and ignored and free from all expectations and inhibitions. They were body artists, playing with the palette of human endurance.

If you keep just close enough for it to see you, it will keep sprinting away. After about ten or fifteen kilometers’ worth of running, it will go into hyperthermia and collapse.” Translation: if you can run six miles on a summer day then you, my friend, are a lethal weapon in the animal kingdom.

We've got a motto here-you're tougher than you think you are, and you can do more than you think you can.

Sometimes,' she said, 'it takes a woman to bring out the best in a man.

The reason we race isn't so much to beat each other,... but to be with each other.