A Lot Of Times, Some Of My

Who Cares If Somebody Dances Better? Doing My Very Best Is Rewarding Internally.

I Had A Ton Of Energy, Ran Around Like Crazy - More Than A Handful For My Dad. I Was Crazy. Dad Barely Handled It. I Was Never Diagnosed Adhd Or Anything Like That, But I'm Pretty Sure I Had It When I Was Younger. It's The Only Thing That Would Explain Me Getting Into Trouble All The Time.

All The Suits I Buy Have To Be Tailored, No Matter What. But It's Not Just Because Of My Height; It's Because I've Been Skating For So Long. My Waist Is Very Small, But My Legs Are Just Huge. Most Really Nice Suit Makers Are Italian, And Usually They Make Suit Pants For Italian Men. I'm Like, 'those Italians Must Have Pretty Skinny Legs.'

An Olympic Pursuit Really Takes A Full Three To Four Years Of Olympic Preparation.

The Older I Get, The More And More I Notice I'm Like My Father. It's Funny, Because When I Was Younger I Tried To Just Back Away From My Father As Much As I Could, And Some Of The Philosophies, Some Of The Life Lessons, Some Of The Beliefs That He Had Within Me Are Always Constantly Ongoing, And They're Always Prevalent In My Life, Whether It's Trying To Be Every Single Thing That I Can Be In My Sport Or Life Or Relationship Or Business, Whatever Avenue I'm Pursuing.