Sport

Gymnastics tells you no. All day long. It mocks you over and over again. Telling you you're an idiot. That you're crazy. If you like running full-speed towards a stationary object, vault's for you. If you like pealing pieces of skin the size of quarters of your hands… bars is for you. Because the only thing more fun then rips, is when your rips get rips. It's super sexy. And floor, are you serious, I mean who doesn't want to parade around in a leotard getting wedgies and doing dorky choreography? It's delicious. If you like falling, then gymnastics is the sport for you! You get to fall on your face, your ass, your back, your knees, and your pride! It's a good thing I didn't like falling… I LOVED IT!

It's time to do it for yourself, and you can do it.

There you go merely building a good body does not make a wrestler. Wrestling runs in blood you have to be born with it.

What I do is I just try to take my hat and I turn it around, and it's like a switch that goes on. And when the switch goes on, I feel like another person, I feel, I don't know, I feel like a... like a truck. Like a machine.

Medalists dont grow on trees. You have to nurture them. With love, with hard work, with passion.

Real training happens with a lot of freedom. Not with so many restrictions.

The body remembers everything. It really does.

What's hard is losing when you know you haven't done enough.

We fly like blackbirds through the orange groves, floating on a warm wind. When we run, we own the earth. The land is ours. We speak the birds' language. Not immigrants no more. Not stupid Mexicans. When we run, our spirits fly. We speak to the gods. When we run, we are the gods.