One Day Or Another Every Athlete Feels

Awards Become Corroded, Friends Gather No Dust.

Friendships Born On The Field Of Athletic Strife Are The Real Gold Of Competition. Awards Become Corroded, Friends Gather No Dust.

We Used To Have A Lot Of Fun. We Never Had Any Problems. We Always Ate. The Fact That We Didn't Have Steak? Who Had Steak?

To A Sprinter, The Hundred-yard Dash Is Over In Three Seconds, Not Nine Or Ten. The First 'second' Is When You Come Out Of The Blocks. The Next Is When You Look Up And Take Your First Few Strides To Attain Gain Position. By That Time The Race Is Actually About Half Over. The Final 'second' - The Longest Slice Of Time In The World For An Athlete - Is That Last Half Of The Race, When You Really Bear Down And See What You're Made Of. It Seems To Take An Eternity, Yet Is All Over Before You Can Think What's Happening.

People Say That It Was Degrading For An Olympic Champion To Run Against A Horse, But What Was I Supposed To Do? I Had Four Gold Medals, But You Can't Eat Four Gold Medals. There Was No Television, No Big Advertising, No Endorsements Then. Not For A Black Man, Anyway.