JAZY: I would picture Gordon Pirie after Vladimir Kuts had destroyed him in the 10,000 meters of the 1956 Olympics and tell myself to keep going so that would never happen to me.
BAYI: I'd keep saying to myself, Break the wall.... There is no wall.... The wall is in your mind.
WALKER: A little ways before the turnoff to the road I lived on, there was a sign that said 1500 METERS. It was a three-lane highway, and each time I drove it. I'd pull into the middle lane with about 800 meters left and start passing everyone. Then with 400 to go, I'd pull to the outside lane and beat the crap out of my car. That's the image I kept using. Me pulling out in that car and then flying past everyone.
"Just a minute! Got to sign all these for Derek," chirped Cram, scribbling madly.
"And vice versa!" panted Ibbotson, signing a batch for Cram. "Where's Snell? Oh, If I could only get Stevie to sign.... I mean Peter."
"Filbert, sign these."
"Herb, could you...."
"That's it. Good on ya, mate."