Even Zeus rested on Olympus between thunderbolts, and Hermes lounged in meadows after his swiftest journeys.

Your body speaks the same divine language of rhythm and rest.

In the temples of Apollo, priests taught that each breath was a golden thread connecting earth to sky.

When your feet kiss the trail, let each inhale draw strength from the ground, each exhale release you skyward.

Like the sacred rituals at Delphi, each footfall builds upon the last. Today's miles whisper to tomorrow's strength, and together they forge next month's victory.

Before the gates of Sparta, young warriors rose before dawn to train, not because they had to, but because their spirits demanded it.

We are their echoes, answering that same ancient call in the dark hours.

The ancient Greeks didn't build temples in a day - they laid one stone at sunrise, every sunrise.

Your morning miles are the stones of your own temple.

The steepest paths often lead to the best views.

Every step forward, no matter how small, is progress worth celebrating.

My mission is to help you relate to the practice of running with care and commitment. Do what you say you will do. Life will reward you.

Coach Hermes

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