I was running to catch a train when one of my teachers saw me. He thought I was fast, time me, and later gave me my first instructions in sprinting. I happened to be at the right place at the right time.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Kids made fun of me because I was a slow learner, because I was hyperactive, because of a lot of things. Running gave me confidence.
In school I was pretty fast.
I live by a hill. I began walking it and then I began jogging it and then I began sprinting it.
I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.
People were actually approaching me on the street and thinking that I was an athlete. They couldn't quite place it, but a runner, or swimmer or something.
When I was in high school, I ran hurdles, but I was really short, so I'd barely clear them. I was pretty quick, but I had little legs, so I had to take 50 steps in between each hurdle.
I was captain of the volleyball team and the basketball team, and I ran track.
I played soccer, and I was the kid who ran the wrong way, or I was pretending to be some sort of zebra and I would flail my arms and kick up my legs.
I was a terrible athlete and a pretty bad student. I couldn't focus. My imagination was always racing.
When I was young, I was too slow. I thought I must learn to run fast by practicing to run fast, so I ran 100 meters fast 20 times. Then I came back, slow, slow, slow.