Paula Radcliffe Quotes

In running, the only equipment that really matters - at least the mentality was in those days - were the pair of shoes that you wore.

My first race was in October 2001 in Kapsabet, Kenya. It was a 10km road race. I was excited and I was happy to know I am good in running.

Track and field was very big when I was growing up.

I run a lot. I love running. I try to run at least half an hour a day.

Of course, in our grade school, in those days, there were no organized sports at all. We just went out and ran around the school yard for recess.

There's this kind of war on running - people keep telling you you'll get hurt, get injured, that you need orthotics, that you need go to a special running store before you try it. There's this totally misconceived notion that it's hard to do, and it's not.

I trained for the marathon. I run along the East River, and I used to run all the way down Manhattan, up the West Side and back home.

I think track is still one of the most exciting participant sports, but we haven't been able to capitalize on that excitement through television and the print media.

As a kid, I was a pretty good little sprinter.

I used to be very athletic when I was a young man.

The difference between a jogger and a runner is an entry blank.

I surprised myself with my ability to run. It's kind of like tippy toe running. I would not be able to outrun Indominus Rex, but with enough practice I might be able to make it 40 or 50 feet before I was killed.

When I was young I spoke like a child I saw with a child's eyes And an open door was to a girl Like the stars are to the sky It's funny how the world lives up to All your expectations With adventures for the stout of heart And the lure of the open spaces There's two lanes running down this road And whichever side you're on Accounts for where you want to go Or what you're running from Back when darkness overtook me On a blind man's curve I relied upon the moon and Saint Christopher

the year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy.

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

I remember that I stood on the library steps holding my books and looking for a minute at the soft hinted green in the branches against the sky and wishing, as I always did, that I could walk home across the sky instead of through the village.

I guess I had to learn how to run properly. I spent a lot of time on a giant treadmill, like one of those wheels mice run around on, and got filmed doing it to improve my form.

Even on home runs that I hit in the past, guys were like, 'Man, you need to slow down. You've got that one.

There isn't a child who hasn't gone out into the brave new world who eventually doesn't return to the old homestead carrying a bundle of dirty clothes.

Everything I pick up seems to lure me away. Everything I do in my daily life begins to feel like striking wet matches. The need to travel is a mysterious force. A desire to 'go' runs through me equally with an intense desire to 'stay' at home. An equal and opposite thermodynamic principle. When I travel, I think of home and what it means. At home I'm dreaming of catching trains at night in the gray light of Old Europe, or pushing open shutters to see Florence awaken. The balance just slightly tips in the direction of the airport.

I found I could also be good in cross country. I don't think my running style has anything to do with it. If you have speed and your body feels good, you can do any distance.

Everyone is built for running.

Runners are poor walkers.

We're so bad right now that for us back-to-back home runs means one today and another one tomorrow.

I'm just glad to get off three-hundred ninety-nine (career home runs). It sounds like something you'd purchase at a discount store.