I Had Four Gold Medals, But You

I Decided I Wasn't Going To Come Down. I Was Going To Fly. I Was Going To Stay Up In The Air Forever.

The Road To The Olympics, Leads To No City, No Country. It Goes Far Beyond New York Or Moscow, Ancient Greece Or Nazi Germany. The Road To The Olympics Leads — In The End — To The Best Within Us.

Running Is Real. It’s All Joy And Woe, Hard As Diamond. It Makes You Weary Beyond Comprehension, But It Also Makes You Free.

I Realized Now That Militancy In The Best Sense Of The Word Was The Only Answer Where The Black Man Was Concerned, That Any Black Man Who Wasn't A Militant In 1970 Was Either Blind Or A Coward.

Life Doesn't Give You All The Practice Races You Need.