Do I want to tackle a 230-pound guy who's running like a deer? Heavens no, no one in their right mind would. But there is something that drives me and compels me to stick my head in there and give it my best shot.

I don't sleep well. I rehash everything in bed. The mind's still working.

You can talk about strategy all you want, but what really matters is resilience. On the last nine holes of the Masters or the Open, there's going to come at least one point when you want to throw yourself in the nearest trash can and disappear. You know you can't hide. It's like you're walking down the fairway naked. The gallery knows what you've done, every other player knows and worst of all, you know. That's when you find out if you're a real competitor.

To be successful in anything, a person must always want to be better, not only than your opponent but better than your last performance. Done correctly, being competitive is a wonderful way to always try to be a better person by learning from your mistakes and capitalizing on your successes.

I still have the desire to succeed, and I've always felt success is measured by what you've done in the win column, not top 10s.

It's a long, hard, difficult process to make it to a national championship.

People, in whatever walk of life, would be surprised if they just gave themselves a chance by believing in what they are.