His drink, the running stream; his cup, the bare / Of his palm closed; his bed, the hard, cold ground.

So, in this way of writing without thinking,/ Thou hast a strange alacrity in sinking.

His withered fist still knocking at Death's door.

Training hard was not just going to the track at 3:30 and running hard. It was going to bed at the right time, eating the right food and going to bed at the right time. Training was all day long. Track became my life. It really became more of a science to me. Track literally became when to get up, what to eat and when to go to bed.

Sometimes it was nice cutbacks by the running backs. Sometimes we had some guys out of the gap. It wasn't like they were just blowing us off the ball. When you've got a good cutback runner, you've got to play your gap.

Sometimes it was nice cutbacks by the running backs, ... Sometimes we had some guys out of the gap. It wasn't like they were just blowing us off the ball. When you've got a good cutback runner, you've got to play your gap.