“As long as I can concentrate and remain somewhat calm, I can normally do very well.”

I don’t compete with other discus throwers. I compete with my own history.

There’s no substitute for work. There are no shortcuts. There are no secrets.

It’s competing that matters. It’s proving that there is a place for guys like me in sports. It’s a persona challenge to extend myself.

Competition in its best form is a test of self. It has nothing to do with medals.

To exercise at or near capacity is the best way I know of reaching a true introspective state.

So what if I never win my fifth gold medal; It’s only one end of the string.

If you do it right, it can open all kinds of inner doors.

The winner is the person who gets the most out of themselves.

I don’t think the discus will ever attract any interest until they let us start throwing them at one another.