I Fought, I Fought Harder . .

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?

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.

There Is Something That Can Happen To Every Athlete And Every Human Being; The Instinct To Slack Off, To Give In To Pain, To Give Less Than Your Best; The Instinct To Hope You Can Win Through Luck Or Through Your Opponent Not Doing His Best, Instead Of Going To The Limit And Past Your Limit Where Victory Is Always Found. Defeating Those Negative Instincts That Are Out To Defeat Us, Is The Difference Between Winning And Losing - And We All Face That Battle Every Day.

He Was Constantly On Me About The Job That I Was To Do And The Responsibility That I Had Upon The Campus. And How I Must Be Able To Carry Myself Because People Were Looking.

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.