I’m an athlete rep, so I’ll be available if they need me for anything.
Doing your best is more important than being the best.
I think that to be a competitive athlete, you have to be goal-oriented.
There are parents, siblings, teachers and friends, but counting on them to motivate you isn’t fair. They’ve all got their own lives, and while the may be able to help you out, if you can motivate yourself, then you’re golden.
Go into the sport because you have fun doing it, not because of ‘what ifs’ and dreams of gold medals. That way, no matter what happens, you win.
Goals have to be realistic and flexible.
At an Olympics Game, you want to enjoy it, especially if you know it’s going to be your last one.
It’s amazing to me that they’re cutting physical education programs in the school systems.
The rate of childhood obesity is just ridiculous. Anytime I can get involved with teaching them how to get physical exercise, I want to help in any way possible.
I was always athletic and I could do a lot of things.
There’s not a whole lot of events out there on television, especially in the years between Olympic Games.
I will be talking with gymnasts from some of the other countries. I will be getting a feel for what they’re thinking and what they’re doing. It should be a really great meet.
There’s never going to be a system that is fair to everyone.
I’m used to short distances and short bursts of energy; it was just fastest.
When you grow up on camera and in the public eye, you feel you have to put forth this image. I just took that to the extreme and there was a lot of pressure on me.
It’s been really good to have a goal and go after it. That feels good.
I got into law school to supplement my business background. I’m not planning to practice law.
I don’t think I have the mileage on me to really complain of any injuries yet.
For the most part I’ll probably do floor exercise and balance beam. Those are the two things that I do.
I thought about running a marathon a long time ago, but I’m just not a runner.
Holding no hand is hard, but holding the wrong one is harder. My body, quite literally, has rejected him. He plants tumors in my mind and in my child-making bits. If I cannot trust him with my cervix, I cannot trust him with my heart.