I Hadn't A Clue Who I Was

I Hadn't A Clue Who I Was Racing Against. All I Knew Was How I Was Going To Race.

I Had A Dual Goal In My Running That Was To Win And To Achieve Excellence, So I Was Never Happy With A Slow Tactical Time. If The Race Were Slow I Would Get In Front And Pull It Up Again. I Couldn't Stand A Slow Race. A Lot Of People Seem To Get Screwed Up On Tactics. There Is Only One Tactic In A Race And That Is To Always Be In A Position Where You Can Win It.

Training Was A Time Where Resolutions Made In The Enthusiasm Of An Inspired Moment Were Put To Personal Test.

Poetry, Music, Forests, Oceans, Solitude-they Were What Developed Enormous Spiritual Strength. I Came To Realize That Spirit, As Much Or More Than Physical Conditioning, Had To Be Stored Up Before A Race.

It Is The Inspiration Of The Olympic Games That Drives People Not Only To Compete But To Improve, And To Bring Lasting Spiritual And Moral Benefits To The Athlete And Inspiration To Those Lucky Enough To Witness The Athletic Dedication.