Runners like to train 100 miles per week because it's a round number. But I think 88 is a lot rounder.

We (ultra runners) alternate between depression and stupidity.

In those long, lonely miles you put in during the off-season, and in those knife-in-the-gut repetitions and hill repeats that buckly your knees - at that moment in almost every race when you ask yourself how much you're willing to hurt to catch one more runner - you can draw strength and inspiration from your running mates.

The key to running a good marathon is to not listen to anyone's advice the last week before the race. That's when people tend to do stupid things that disrupt all the input and training of the previous months.

Coaches know that a parent publicly scolding his kid after a race will not help the athlete perform better.

Grizzly bears eat people without the benefit of music.

Avoid any diet that discourages the use of hot fudge.

Prior to the 1976 Olympics, I was a 5,000m runner.

A good teammate is someone willing to get outside of personal thoughts and emotions, a friend who tries to understand, appreciate, and encourage other members of the team.

Train at the same pace day after day, week after week, year after year, and that's the kind of running the body adapts to. But break out of that comfort zone with a little speedwork now and then, and the body will learn to deal with the new demands.

There's no such thing as a bad carbohydrate.

I know runners who have suffered a tick bite and ended up with Lyme disease. Ill take an angry moose any day.

You entered a marathon with hills? You idiot.