A boo is a lot louder than a cheer, if you have 10 people cheering and one person booing, all you hear is the booing.

I raced because I was paid to do a job and I felt like I had to do the job. Number two: I raced because I loved the process, I loved training, getting ready for the race, I loved all of that. And number three I raced for my memories. Regardless of what somebody wants to give or take away, you can't take my memories.

Hard work, sacrifice and focus will never show up in tests.

Anyone who imagines they can work alone winds up surrounded by nothing but rivals, without companions. The fact is, no one ascends alone.

Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.

Through my illness I learned rejection. I was written off. That was the moment I thought, Okay, game on. No prisoners. Everybody's going down.

We have two options, medically and emotionally: give up or fight like hell.