I don't recall ever desiring to go as fast as possible.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I remember in the first part of the race I was sixth and I could have gone quicker, but I had to go slow. It was one of the most difficult things I have ever done.
I'm never going to be fast, and nobody will ever mistake me for being fast.
In school I was pretty fast.
I move slowly, and I used to move fast. I miss that.
I'm very fast.
It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.
I was definitely living fast. I was working, traveling a lot, playing. I didn't stop. It all became unbalanced.
When I was young, I was in a hurry to live. And now I'm just not in a hurry.
I don't purposely speed, but I might go over by five or six miles an hour from time to time. It doesn't give me a buzz driving on normal roads, because I can't go fast enough. It's never going to be anything like an F1 car.
For most of my life, I've been in a hurry.