Generally, Speed Skaters Don't Run That Much.

When I'm Done Skating, I Guarantee You That I Will Not Look Back And Remember Standing On The Podium. I'm Going To Remember These Days - Being With The Team. Training Alone, In My Basement. Training When Everybody Else Is Sleeping. Doing Things That Nobody Else Is Doing. Digging Down. Seeing What Kind Of Character I Truly Have. I Love That Stuff.

When There's Somebody Racing Side-by-side, When Somebody's Right Next To Me And They're Pushing And We're Both Tired, We're Both Fatigued, I Want To Be Able To Beat Them Mentally.

Do I Feel Any Pressure As The Most Decorated Winter Olympian In American History? None At All. The Only Pressures That I Know I Face Are Those Of How To Pay It Forward: How Can I Continually Make A Positive Impact In People's Lives, Help Others Achieve Their Dreams, Create Their Own Olympic Mindset, Creating Champions Within Themselves?

All The Suits I Buy Have To Be Tailored, No Matter What. But It's Not Just Because Of My Height; It's Because I've Been Skating For So Long. My Waist Is Very Small, But My Legs Are Just Huge. Most Really Nice Suit Makers Are Italian, And Usually They Make Suit Pants For Italian Men. I'm Like, 'those Italians Must Have Pretty Skinny Legs.'

Winning Does Not Always Mean Coming In First...real Victory Is In Arriving At The Finish Line With No Regrets Because You Know You've Gone All Out.