running

I had as many doubts as anyone else. Standing on the starting line, we're all cowards.

In a way, we__e all addicts by nature.

She raced for him, propelled by the strength of a thousand regrets.

The mountain trees that grew between the pines were a brilliant blaze of fall colors, like fire against the emerald green of the pines, firs and pruces. And it was, as I'd told myself long ago, the year's last passionate love affair before it grew old and died from the frosty bite of winter.

I am running and singing and when it__ raining I__ the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it__ cleaning me. I__ the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I__ the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I__e made of myself.

The sharpest minds often ruin their lives by overthinking the next step, while the dull win the race with eyes closed.

Where are you going, Albert?__lbert said nothing. How rare, Quinn thought: Albert speechless.__ot really your concern, Quinn,_ Albert said finally.__ou__e running out.__lbert sighed. To his three companions he said, __o ahead and get in the boat. The Boston Whaler. Yes, that one._ Turning back to Quinn he said, __t__ been good doing business with you. If you want, you can come with us. We have room for one more. You__e a good guy.___nd my crews?___imited resources, Quinn.__uinn laughed a little. __ou__e a piece of work, aren__ you, Albert?__lbert didn__ seem bothered. ____ a businessman. It__ about making a profit and surviving. It so happens that I__e kept everyone alive for months. So I guess I__ sorry if you don__ like me, Quinn, but what__ coming next isn__ about business. What__ coming next is craziness. We__e going back to the days of starvation. But in the dark this time. Craziness. Madness.__is eyes glinted when he said that last word. Quinn saw the fear there. Madness. Yes, that would terrify the eternally rational businessman.__ll that happens if I stay,_ Albert continued, __s that someone decides to kill me. I__e already come too close to being dead once.___lbert, you__e a leader. You__e an organizer. We__e going to need that.__lbert waved an impatient hand and glanced over to see that the Boston Whaler was ready. __aine__ a leader. Sam__ a leader. Me?_ Albert considered it for a second and shook the idea off. __o. I__ important, but I__ not a leader. Tell you what, though, Quinn: in my absence you speak for me. If that helps, good for you.__lbert climbed down into the Boston Whaler. Pug started the engine and Leslie-Ann cast off the ropes. Some of the last gasoline in Perdido Beach sent the boat chugging out of the marina.__ey, Quinn!_ Albert shouted back. __on__ come to the island without showing a white flag. I don__ want to blow you up!

The distance runner who accepts the past in the person he is, and sees the future as a promise rather than a threat, is completely and utterly in the present. He is absorbed in his encounter with the everyday world. He is mysteriously reconciling the separations of body and mind, of pain and pleasure, of the conscious and the unconsciou. He is repairing the rent, and healing the wound in the divided self. He has found a way to make the ordinary extraordinary; the commonplace, unique; the everyday, eternal.

There was a sound of steel meeting steel. Devin flung a desperate look over his shoulder, saw Hewet fending off two men behind him, and looked ahead in time to see ten men in light armor ride out of the trees up ahead and drive straight for him. He almost swallowed the flute. He threw an arm over his face, too shocked to be terrified, and waited to die.

What did you do before?_ __ used to run a lot.___ross country? Track?___rom the cops, actually.

Entrepreneurs see the "no diving" sign and back-up to get a running start.

Coffee, my delight of the morning; yoga, my delight of the noon. Then before nightfall, I run along the pleasant paths of the Jardin du Luxembourg. For when air cycles through the lungs, and the body is busy at noble tasks, creativity flows like water in a stream: the artist creates, the writer writes.

I don't think my moped could outrun a cheetah.""Hun," Claire says. "There are more important things you need to outrun, and a moped isn't going to help you with any of those.

If he could do one thing, he could run. He had spent his life running, secrets spitting at his back.

So they went running together, silent, toward the vast wastes of snow where no living thing but they two moved under the stars of night.

But I did it! That's the thing__ did it! What will my father say when he hears I murdered a man? Lorna, I see what I did. I murdered myself, too! I've been running around in circles. Now I'm smashed!

Behind the facade of elected government are a bunch of corporate controlled gangsters running the country.

I'm like my cat. I run around in circles in my apartment, because the big bad outside is just too big. And scary. And outside. How do stray cats deal with all the stress of having no protection from all the air that__ going on around there, without anyone to guide and control it into timidity?