There is something about the ritual of the race - putting on the number, lining up, being timed - that brings out the best in us.

The worst injury I ever had was a stress fracture from running.

Another inspiration that has helped me get through has been Lance Armstrong's story. My cancer is not nearly as bad as his, but I believe in staying motivated and keeping as fit as you can.

I am living in Norway, where I am under the care of the best cancer doctor in Norway and I can be closer to my family.

I am about to get involved with the biggest cancer hospital in Norway. They are building a fitness center to work with patients. I will be a consultant.

Sustained motivation is essential to achieving your potential.

You've got to look for tough competition. You've got to want to beat the best.

My basic philosophy can be summed up by an expression we use in Norwegian: hurry slowly. Get there, but be patient.

Spend at least some of your training time, and other parts of your day, concentrating on what you are doing in training and visualizing your success.

In terms of fitness and battling through cancer, exercise helps you stay strong physically and mentally.

Contrary to a common myth, while there are general guidelines, there is no exact 'right' way to run ... I am amazed by the many ways people move forward.

Life Is All About Range

In action a great heart is the chief qualification. In work, a great head.

Most Christians expect little from God, ask little, and therefore receive little and are content with little.

I've used too many pistols in too many movies. They're kind of heavy to carry.

His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears.

That strange premature genius Chatterton has couched in one line the quintessence of what Voltaire has said in many pages: "Reason, a thorn in Revelation's side.

You got to start by doing little things if your quest is to take over the world.

I don't believe in curses, I think you make your own destination.

I think reality television is such a special talent.

People called me "Slim" and "Daddy Long Legs." My best friend Martine named me Daddy Long Legs after she saw me running track. She was making fun of me!