懦夫从不启程，弱者死于途中，只剩我们前行。
The cowards never started, and the weak died along the way. That leaves us to continue our journey.
我们都是自己经历的囚徒，只有通过理解他人，我们才能解放自己。
死者从未真正离去，他们只是改变了形态。
The art of competing, I’d learned from track, was the art of forgetting, and I now reminded myself of that fact. You must forget your limits. You must forget your doubts, your pain, your past.