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Running Is Real. It’s All Joy And Woe, Hard As Diamond. It Makes You Weary Beyond Comprehension, But It Also Makes You Free.

After I Came Home From The 1936 Olympics With My Four Medals, It Became Increasingly Apparent That Everyone Was Going To Slap Me On The Back, Want To Shake My Hand Or Have Me Up To Their Suite. But No One Was Going To Offer Me A Job.

It Dawned On Me With Blinding Brightness. I Realized: I Had Jumped Into Another Rare Kind Of Stratosphere - One That Only A Handful Of People In Every Generation Are Lucky Enough To Know.

One Chance Is All You Need.

If You Don't Try To Win You Might As Well Hold The Olympics In Somebody's Back Yard.