Hitler Didn't Snub Me - It Was

To A Sprinter, The Hundred-yard Dash Is Over In Three Seconds, Not Nine Or Ten. The First 'second' Is When You Come Out Of The Blocks. The Next Is When You Look Up And Take Your First Few Strides To Attain Gain Position. By That Time The Race Is Actually About Half Over. The Final 'second' - The Longest Slice Of Time In The World For An Athlete - Is That Last Half Of The Race, When You Really Bear Down And See What You're Made Of. It Seems To Take An Eternity, Yet Is All Over Before You Can Think What's Happening.

We Used To Have A Lot Of Fun. We Never Had Any Problems. We Always Ate. The Fact That We Didn't Have Steak? Who Had Steak?

Awards Become Corroded, Friends Gather No Dust.

The Battles That Count Aren't The Ones For Gold Medals. The Struggles Within Yourself - The Invisible, Inevitable Battles Inside All Of Us - That's Where It's At.

One Chance Is All You Need.