Some people can’t figure out what I’m doing. It’s not a walk-hop, it’s not a trot, it’s running, or as close as I can get to running, and it’s harder than doing it on two legs. It makes me mad when people call this a walk. If I was walking it wouldn’t be anything.

It took cancer to realize that being self-centered is not the way to live. The answer is to try and help others.

Our privacy is starting to be invaded and we can't get anything done. I'm happy with the fundraising but upset we don't have time to talk and meet with people.

When I started this run, I said that if we all gave one dollar, we’d have $22 million for cancer research, and I don’t care man, there’s no reason that isn’t possible. No reason!

I'm not doing the run to become rich or famous.

If you’ve given a dollar, you are part of the Marathon of Hope .

I'm not a dreamer... but I believe in miracles. I have to