I was put on a pony as a kid at some birthday party when you're all led around.

Oh, I am an angel, though sometimes I wish I was more of a devil.

Being a track sprinter, when it's all about a thousandth of a second, there is no escaping the numbers every single day.

The sponsorship offers have been amazing. I have to turn down a lot.

I've seen pictures of me, and I look mean and arrogant. That's how I felt on the inside. I think now, 'Is that really me?'

I normally don't listen to my instincts because I'm so full of doubt.