You’ll never know how it feels, unless you start. You’ll never do the impossible, unless you finish.
It’s not sweat… Your fat cells are crying.
Girl please! My mascara runs faster than you do.
My sport is your sport’s punishment.
And on the 7th day, God rested. He did an easy 5 miler.
The best diet shake… is the shake your booty makes when you run.
OBSESSED is just a word the LAZY use to describe the dedicated.
My body takes me from A to B, but the real journey is in my mind.
8:00PM…. You have miles to go before you go to sleep.
It starts about the time I walk out my front door. I reach the woods, smell the river and I just feel myself come to life again. It’s like yeah, I’m back.
So what are you waiting for? Go out there and pound the pavement. THE INTERNET WILL BE HERE WHEN YOU GET BACK. Promise.
Everything is funner with a runner because we can go long and hard, short and fast, and we even get pretty dirty sometimes (for mud races of course). Endurance is key, although everyone can appreciate a quickie, aka sprinter.
If you want to come in second…follow me!
Yeah I have a diet. It’s called RUNNING!
Anyone can run a hundred meters, it’s the next forty-two thousand and two hundred that count.
26.2 miles: strength, endurance, finish line, no sweat. Yeah..I run like a girl!
Just one more mile. I always have just one more mile in me.
I’ve upped my standards, so UPPP yours.
Hills? No problem. We can go up and down for hours.
I run so I can eat the way I do. Over-train, over-eat!
Run like you stole something!!!
Run like there’s a gnarly bear chasing you and your smothered in honey!!!
What if the Hokey Pokey is what it’s all about?
I work mine off so I can kick yours.
My therapist is the pavement. My drug is endorphins. My foe is the next hill. I am a runner.
RUNNING… Just you and the ground. Nothing fancy. No excuses.
Don’t be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams.
There are no limits…ever.
Pain is just weakness leaving the body.
I’ve got the runs.
Run to live, live to run.
If this were any easier, it would be called football.
If we play tag, I’d be “it” forever.
I’m a drinker with a running problem.
Didn’t your mother warn you about fast women?!
Pardon my dust while I smoke you.
Do the thing you fear, and the death of fear is certain.
Never again until the next one – that’s what marathons do to you.
Running- the real sport. The others just play with their balls.
Run Hard…And eat all the carbs you want.
“I thought you said this was 2.62 miles!”
Run like a Kenyan!
A marathon is just a 10K with a 20 mile warm-up.
The faster you run. The sooner you’re done.
Sorry, I’ve got to run. Pun intended.