I don't really see the hurdles. I sense them like a memory

What a strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

It drains you on the turns.

My concentration level blocks out everything. Concentration is why some athletes are better than others. You develop that concentration in training and concentrate in a meet.

Maybe he could have just been plain tired, burned out. Lane 1 will do that to you.

No one asked an artist who was great in his 20s and 30s why he was still painting in his 40s and 50s,