I was a terrible athlete and a pretty bad student. I couldn't focus. My imagination was always racing.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My school reports always used to point out that my concentration levels were appalling. I never listened in class because I was always daydreaming about racing. I never thought for a moment about doing anything else. There was no guarantee that I'd make a career in it but I never had any plan B.
I had professional stunt racers teaching me how to drive.
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.
I was this guy who'd been racing around down there, on that field in 1999, running straight over people, scoring tries, winning games, having fun. And I ended up so sick I couldn't even run past a little baby.
I ran track, and basically played every sport.
I was no great achiever at school, either academically or in the sporting field... I was always tending to be in trouble.
I was fully immersed in the now as an athlete.
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.
I was focused on athletics, outdoors, sports.
In high school and college, I was an athlete.