Nobody Is Going To Feel Sorry For

Losing ... Really Does Say Something About Who You Are. Among Other Things It Measures Are: Do You Blame Others, Or Do You Own The Loss? Do You Analyze Your Failure, Or Just Complain About Bad Luck? If You're Willing To Examine Failure, And To Look Not Just At Your Outward Physical Performance, But Your Internal Workings, Too, Losing Can Be Valuable. How You Behave In Those Moments Can Perhaps Be More Self-defining Than Winning Could Ever Be. Sometimes Losing Shows You For Who You Really Are.

Your Past Forms You, Whether You Like It Or Not. Each Encounter And Experience Has Its Own Effect, And You're Shaped The Way The Wind Shapes A Mesquite Tree On A Plain.

Athletes Don't Have Much Use For Poking Around In Their Childhoods, Because, Introspection Doesn't Get You Anywhere In A Race.

I Want To Die At A Hundred Years Old With An American Flag On My Back And The Star Of Texas On My Helmet, After Screaming Down An Alpine Descent On A Bicycle At 75 Miles Per Hour. I Want To Cross One Last Finish Line As My Wife And My Ten Children Applaud, And Then I Want To Lie Down In A Field Of Those Famous French Sunflowers And Gracefully Expire, The Perfect Contradiction To My Once Anticipated Poignant Early Demise.

It's Funny, Because I Have Periods Where I Just Kind Of Go Dark. I Don't Tweet, I Don't Talk, I Don't Interview, And Then I Have Times Where I Do.