I remember my very first training session. It was raining hard. It was cold, and I went home. I couldn't train. I stayed for ten minutes then told my dad to take me home.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I can't remember the last day I didn't train.
While I was serving, I worked as an adventure training officer, teaching soldiers how to ski, canoe and climb.
The first time I heard 'Crazy Train,' I was crashed out in bed, definitely not wanting to get up and go to school, when my brother Vinnie came in and cranked it up.
One of the most fantastic experiences I ever had was as a decathlete. I finished fifth in the nation my senior year of high school. I had no training or nothing.
My first job ever was on 'Peak Practice.' I just had to walk up the stairs. They kept the take where I slipped slightly, which was annoying.
I was timid and frightened as a child. Yours truly did not shin up mountains or do any other kind of adventurous stuff.
I was working on the farm to get in shape, about a mile away from my parents. You know, I did everything as a kid to stay in shape - jogging, work on the farm, driving the tractor. I'll never forget.
I went through a training camp; I worked extremely hard. I prepared for UFC 200. This was the big one. This one meant everything to me.
I've been training quite hard.
I remember myself, age five, sitting on a porch overlooking a very muddy road. The day was rainy. I was wearing rubber boots, yellow - no, not yellow, green - and for all I know, I'm still there.