My brother and I used to laugh and say, ‘Normal kids went to day care, and we went to the gym.’

A boxing workout is the heaviest thing, but it’s the best. The worst part is that boxing gyms are the smelliest things in the universe. You have to lie down on the floor, where everyone has been sweating and spitting, and do 1,000 situps and push-ups.

I am not a buff guy who’s working out at the gym after practice.

I am a sporty person who loves to go to the gym, train, play football.

Everybody enjoys each other’s success. We are always pushing each other to get better on the field and off the field, helping each other out in the nets or in the gym. That’s the most important thing.

I blast Northern Sky, by the Capital Kings, on the way there, but at the gym, I totally zone out.

I’d tell any girl who continues to love gymnastics enough to want pursue a college scholarship to keep pushing yourself 100% in the gym every single day.

Just because they’re going to the gym, a lot of guys wear old T-shirts that look like they’ve been lying in the closet for 15 years. My workout clothes have to work.

Training to me isn’t about a set time at the gym – I move at all times of the day and night.

The fight is won or lost far away from the witnesses, behind the lines, in the gym and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights.

Champions aren’t made in gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them—a desire, a dream, a vision.