Garrett Clayton Quotes

I've got asthma. When I was 17 I forgot to take my medication and was taken to a hospital for almost two weeks. After that I've taken better care of my illness.

I have exercise-induced asthma.

I discovered the wife's got asthma. Thank God - I thought she was hissing at me.

Hindered by asthma since I was six weeks old, I had begun experimenting with my diet and discovered a disquieting correlation. When I stopped eating the normal American diet of sugar, fats, alcohol, chemicals, and additives, I felt better. I could breathe freely. When I tried to sneak in a hamburger and a Coke, my body rebelled.

I hate going to the gym, so sweating outdoors sure beats sitting on a stationary bike staring at my navel.

My wife Kris and I enjoy keeping an active lifestyle, so it's hard to imagine what it would be like if breathing problems kept me from participating in the activities I love to do. But that's exactly what happens to many people who develop COPD, or chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.

As long as they are medicated the right way with the asthma medicine they won't have any problems.

Asthma research is a lot better and new medicines are always coming out to help young people.

For years I felt that I didn't have enough stamina and then, four years ago, I felt like I was not getting enough air but I was diagnosed with exercise-induced asthma. The medicine for asthma never worked.

I'm not going to party. I'm going to go do something that will make me break a sweat.

When they first told me, 'Oh yeah, you developed asthma,' I was like, 'What? There's no way. How do you develop asthma? You're supposed to be born with that.'

Obviously, I'm trying to control the intake of sugars, but carbs are fine because I'm obviously sweating like crazy out here.

I sweat an awful lot.

I feel like there was a belief that I couldn't play more than 10 minutes in the league because of asthma or because of anything.

I hate sweating, running and getting that red-faced look.

Sometimes if I get too aggressive, I get real winded.

All my life, I have avoided any sort of exercise. I don't enjoy sweating and I think people who show off about having just done 20 press-ups are pretty weird.

Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.

My dance move has seemingly turned into push-ups. Sometimes, especially if I've indulged a little bit in an evening, it's not out of the ordinary to find me, for some reason, doing push-ups. That seems to be my go-to dance move.

When we think back to our forefathers, with their sedentary lives of forest-chopping, railroad-building, fortune-founding, their fox-hunting and Indian taming, their prancing about in the mazurka and the polka, with their coattails flying and their bustles bouncing, to say nothing of their all-day sessions with the port and straight bourbon,... we must realize that we are a nation, not of neurasthenics, but of sissies and slow-motion sports.

I get my exercise being a pallbearer for those of my friends who believed in regular running and calisthenics.

Walking itself is the intentional act closest to the unwilled rhythms of the body, to breathing and the beating of the heart. It strikes a delicate balance between working and idling, being and doing. It is a bodily labor that produces nothing but thoughts, experiences, arrivals.

An hour's hard digging is a good way of getting one's mind back in the right perspective.

The sovereign invigorator of the body is exercise, and of all the exercises walking is the best.

Football isn't a contact sport; it's a collision sport. Dancing is a contact sport.