Very rarely do you have a perfect race, and it's about overcoming your mistakes in the race and remaining composed.
I don't like candy bars. I eat the big rectangular bars. You know - anything between 85 and 50 percent cocoa.
I try to eat a lot of baked foods, fish, chicken, potatoes, stuff like that. Grab me a Muscle Milk. That helps.
My whole career, I've been fighting wrestlers. If you look back, all of my fights have been against wrestlers.
I'm focused now, definitely. I absolutely need to show everyone that I'm powerful and strong and can be graceful and artistic, too.
As a veteran, you're a little more poised on that mental side. But athletically, I didn't really think I could get better.
I'm getting more towards that point where I'm ready to kind of pass the torch on and see the next generation succeed behind me.
I have had interviews and got close to taking a managerial job. I would consider going back into football.
How many times do you take yourself to the brink of complete collapse? It's not a real fun place to go.
Breaking the world record has always been in the works. I just need the right conditions and I can make it.
As politics is disconnected from its ethical and material moorings, it becomes easier to punish and imprison young people than to educate them.
What could be better than walking down any street in any city and knowing you're the heavyweight champion of the world?
You just try to be nice to everybody and treat them all the same. Treat them how you would want to be treated.
I think you sign up to win games, and compete, and go out there and lead a team no matter how you can do that.
Fortunately during my career I have won more or less everything, so I need to enjoy it to have the right motivation.
I do a lot of yoga and meditation. It calms my nerves and helps me channelise my energy.
When I got back from shooting 'Deception,' I was under contract with NBC, so I can't really do anything.
I always train and prepare with highest concentration and focus on my next opponent. To me, it does not matter what his name is.
When the officer approached the window, he said ‘Papers’ and before he could finish, I shouted, ‘Scissors! I win,’ and drove off.
His name is Tyson? I hate to break it to you, but you dated a brand of chicken.
A pet rock is a serious commitment and too much responsibility for a ten year old to handle on his own
