We each cope differently with the specter of our deaths. Some people deny it. Some pray. Some numb themselves with tequila. I was tempted to do a little of each of those things. But I think we are supposed to try to face it straightforwardly, armed with nothing but courage.

Winning is about heart, not just legs. It's got to be in the right place.

I realize that there are many variables outside my control in my quest, but focusing on the big goal down the road really motivates me. To help me stay focused, I set micro-goals such as races or training achievements that bring me one step closer to being at my best for major goals

I can get up in the morning and look myself in the mirror and my family can look at me too and that's all that matters.

My mom was such a strong character. I don't want to say she was like a man, but she was tough.

I become a happier man each time I suffer

Losing and dying: it's the same thing.