Live Like a Clock Again to Carthage
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"Running to him was existent; the way he did it the realest thing he knew. It was all joy and woe, hard as a diamond; it made him weary behond comprehension. Simply it also made him free."
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"In mind's special processes, a ten-mile run takes far longer than the sixty minutes reported by a grandad clock. Such time, in fact, inappreciably exists at all in the existent world; it is all out on the trail somewhere, and you merely become back to information technology when you are out there."
― One time a Runner
"You don't become a runner by winning a forenoon workout. The only truthful way is to align the ferocity of your ambition over the course of many solar day, weeks, months, and (if you could finally come to accept information technology) years. The Trial of Miles; Miles of Trials."
― Once a Runner
"What was the secret, they wanted to know; in a yard dissimilar ways they wanted to know The Secret. And non one of them was prepared, truly prepared to believe that it had not so much to exercise with chemicals and zippy mental tricks every bit with that most unprofound and sometimes heart-rending procedure of removing, molecule past molecule, the very tough rubber that comprised the bottoms of his preparation shoes. The Trial of Miles; Miles of Trials."
― Once a Runner
"...Or we can blaze! Become legends in our own time, strike fearfulness in the heart of mediocre talent everywhere! We tin can scald dogs, put records out of attain! Make the stands gasp as we accident into an unearthly kick from three hundred yards out! We can become God'due south own messengers delivering the dreaded scrolls! We can race night Satan himself till he wheezes fiery cinders down the back straightaway....They'll speak our names in hushed tones, 'those guys are animals' they'll say! Nosotros can lay it on the line, bust a gut, show them a make clean pair of heels. We tin sprint the turn on a jump breeze and feel the winter leave our feet! We can, by God, let our demons loose and only wail on!"
― One time a Runner
"The Trial of Miles; Miles of Trials."
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"Running to him was real; the manner he did it the realest thing he knew. It was all joy and woe, hard as diamond; information technology made him weary across comprehension. Just it likewise made him complimentary."
― In one case a Runner
"Hey listen, I already have a complete list of silver linings. Information technology'due south the goddamn cloud that's killin me."
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"Y'all can remember it, he told himself, simply you cannot feel it again similar this. You have to be satisfied with the shadows."
― In one case a Runner
"A runner is a miser, spending the pennies of his energy with great stinginess, constantly wanting to know how much he has spent and how much longer he volition be expected to pay. He wants to exist broke at precisely the moment he no longer needs his coin."
― Once a Runner
"He wanted to impart some of the truths Bruce Denton had taught him, that y'all dont' become a runner by winning a morning workout. The only true way is to align the ferocity of your ambition over the grade of many days, weeks, months, and (if you lot could finally come to accept it) years. The Trial of Miles; Miles of Trials. How could he brand them sympathize?"
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"It'due south a simple choice! Nosotros can all be adept boys and article of clothing our alphabetic character sweaters around and get our little degrees and find some nice girl to settle, y'all know, downwards with... Take up what a friend of ours calls the hearty challenges of lawn intendance... Or we tin can bonfire! Get legends in our ain time, strike fear in the hearts of mediocre talent everywhere! We can scald dogs, put records out of reach! Make the stands gasp as nosotros blow into an unearthly kick from three hundred yards out! Nosotros can become God's own messengers delivering the dreaded scrolls! We tin race satan himslef till he wheezes fiery cinders downwards the back straight away... They'll speak our names in hushful tones, 'those guys are animals' they'll say! We tin can lay it on the line, bosom a guy, testify them a clean pair of heels. We tin sprint the plough on a spring breeze and feel the winter leave our anxiety! Nosotros tin can, by god, let out demons loose and just wail on!"
― Once a Runner
"No one promised yous there would exist universal justice."
― Once a Runner
"At paces that might stun and dismay the religious jogger, the runners hands kept up all manner of chatter and horseplay. When they occasionally blew by a huffing fat or an crumbling road runner, they automatically toned downward the barrack to avoid overwhelming, to foreclose the advent of show boating (not that they slowed in the slightest). They in fact respected these distant cousins of the spirit, who, among all people, had some modicum of insight into their ain days and ways. Only the runners resembled them but in the sense that a puma resembles a pussy cat. Information technology is the departure betwixt stretching lazily on the carpeting and prowling the jungle for fresh ruby-red meat."
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"Training was a rite of purification; from it came speed, strength. Racing was a rite of expiry; from information technology came knowledge. Such rites demand, if they are to exist meaningful at all, a certain amount of time spent precisely on the Red Line, where y'all tin lean over the manicured putting greenish at the edge of the precipice and run across exactly nothing."
― Once a Runner
"Cassidy's eye tried to jump out through his taught pare and hop into his wet easily. Simply outwardly information technology was all very at-home, very serene, just as always, and it seemed to concluding a tiny forever, just like that, a snapshot of them all on the curved parabola of a starting line, 8 giant hearts attached to viii pairs of bellows-similar lungs mounted on viii pairs of supercharged stilts. They were poised on the edge of some howling vortex they had run 10,000 miles to get to. Now they had to run one more"
― In one case a Runner
"People anticipate workout in unlike ways," he said. "Some think it's a ladder directly upwardly. Others meet plateaus, blockages, ceilings. I meet information technology as a geometric spiraling upwardly, with each spin of the circle taking yous a different distance up. Some spins may fifty-fifty take y'all downwardly, only gathering momentum for the side by side upswing. Sometimes you will work your fanny off and see very little proceeds; other times you lot will amaze yourself and not actually know why."
― In one case a Runner
"When the guy kissed her, Cassidy felt a stab of hurting that was shut to concrete, and therefore within the penumbra of hurts he told himself he could bear."
― One time a Runner
"A runner is a miser, spending the pennies of his energy with great stinginess, constantly wanting to know how much he has spent and how much longer he will be expected to pay. He wants to be broke at precisely the moment he no longer needs his coin."
― Once a Runner
"There was no permit-up. The tempo was e'er moderate but steady. If a new guy decided to pick upwards the footstep, that's where information technology stayed, whether he finished with the group or not. Y'all showed off at your peril."
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"He was filled with loss and an off-brand of nostalgia for events that were supposed to get office of his past but now wouldn't at all. In the mind's special processes, a 10-mile run takes far longer than the minutes reported past a granddad clock. Such time, in fact, hardly exists in the real globe; information technology is all out on the train somewhere, and yous only go back to it when yous are out there. He and Mize had been through 2 solid years of such regular fourth dimension-warp escapes together. In that location was something different about that, something beyond friendship; they had a way of transferring pain back and forth, without the boiler of words."
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"He ran his manus up and down his left achilles tendon. Very tender; better pay attending to information technology and back off if information technology gets any worse. Maybe water ice it. The former Injury Evasion Fandango. Did it ever terminate?"
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"He Was not a wellness nut, was not out to mold himself a stylishly slim trunk. He did not live on nuts and berries; if the furnace was hot enough, annihilation would burn, fifty-fifty Large Macs."
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"All the books helped him in some way or some other. Quenton Cassidy was non enthusiastically going about the heady business of breaking globe records or capturing some coveted prize; such ideas would have been laughable to him in the bland grind of his daily lifestyle. He was merely trying to sideslip into a lifestyle that he could live with, strenuous but non unendurable past any means, out of which if the corpuscles and the capillaries and the electrolytes were properly aligned in their ain mysterious configurations, he might do fifty-fifty better what he had already washed quite well. He was trying to switch gears; at least that is how he thought of it. And though it was a somewhat frightful matter to contemplate for very long, he was really pulling out all the stops. After this he would have no excuses, ever again."
― Once a Runner
"If his heart raced with excitement of the challenge he would have to make it tedious once more, like he always did, calming himself, making himself into a rock and then slipping, slowly at outset, and then more than apace equally he went along, down into the concealment green, downwards to the cold depths where all the mysteries were."
― One time a Runner
"Though Jack Nubbins was extremely talented, Quenten Cassidy had viewed the Specter; when he reached downwardly through the familiar layers of gloom and fatigue he mostly found more in that location than a nameless and transient want to larn plastic trophies. He and Nubbins were non even in the same ball park."
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"The altitude runners were serene messengers. Gliding forth wooded trails and mountain paths, their spiritual ancestors kept their own alone counsel for long hours while carrying some message the import of which was simply 1 corner of their considerable speculation. They lived within themselves; long agone they did so, and they practise today. At that place"
― Once a Runner
"The relatively thin altitude runners ate more than than you would expect (Cassidy loaded his tray with three scrambled eggs, two pancakes, sausage, well-nigh a quart of milk, and two doughnuts for later). A colossus similar Mobley, notwithstanding, simply ate with a vengeance. With unswerving deliberation and concentration, he sat and consumed."
― One time a Runner
"His circuitry is all unlike," she told her twin sister. His ambition differed in essence as well as degree. Whereas with others she could tell the point at which she might assert sure proprietary rights (the very first hints of nesting behavior), with this runner at that place was never any question about her rearranging his priorities. This rankled her from the start. She might have the power to make him miserable, peradventure, but she swayed him not an inch from his path. He told her as much, and she found out speedily he meant it. There was something in the ferocity of his dedication that challenged the formula of her femininity. She responded to the challenge without even realizing she was doing so."
― One time a Runner
"Or we can blaze! Become legends in our own time, strike fear in the heart of mediocre talent everywhere! Nosotros can scald dogs, put records out of reach! Brand the stands gasp every bit nosotros blow into an unearthly kick from three hundred yards out! We tin can become God's ain messengers delivering the dreaded scrolls! We can race dark Satan till he wheezes peppery cinders downward the back straightaway!"
― Once a Runner
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