Running Is Real. It’s All

The Lives Of Most Men Are Patchwork Quilts. Or At Best One Matching Outfit With A Closet And Laundry Bag Full Of Incongruous Accumulations. A Lifetime Of Training For Just Ten Seconds.

I Decided I Wasn't Going To Come Down. I Was Going To Fly. I Was Going To Stay Up In The Air Forever.

The Secret Is, First, Get A Thoroughbred Horse Because They Are The Most Nervous Animals On Earth. Then Get The Biggest Gun You Can Find And Make Sure The Starter Fires That Big Gun Right By The Nervous Thoroughbred's Ear.

I Wanted No Part Of Politics. And I Wasn't In Berlin To Compete Against Any One Athlete. The Purpose Of The Olympics, Anyway, Was To Do Your Best. As I'd Learned Long Ago From Charles Riley, The Only Victory That Counts Is The One Over Yourself.

Every Morning, Just Like In Alabama, I Got Up With The Sun, Ate My Breakfast Even Before My Mother And Sisters And Brothers, And Went To School, Winter, Spring, And Fall Alike To Run And Jump And Bend My Body This Way And That For Mr. Charles Riley.