I hate cracking backs. I'm afraid I'll break their back.

Outdoor, I'm more relaxed for some reason.

That's why I stick to track. I know I can't hurt anybody.

The last time I ran was in junior high, I hate running, but it's part of the sport.

I hate it when people are impolite to waiters or to the valet or the guy in the supermarket. There's no need for that; it doesn't cost anything to be polite.

I can still love an ex as a person, regardless if the breakup was bad. I would never wish anything negative on them. It takes more energy to hate them than to wish them well.