I'm a golfer - not an athlete.
People always say golfers don't smile. But there is so much psychology in golf so we have to be a bit robotic.
Even when I finished third at the U.S. Open a few weeks back, I didn't putt very well, nor in the last round of last year's Masters when Mickelson won, nor last year's Open at Turnberry, where I came second.
Race horses are like golfers, you're never sure how they're going to come out of the stalls. It's just - hopefully the horses come out of the race all right, just fit and ready to go again in the near future, but 3rd was good. It's paid for its hay.
The satisfaction you get when you finally beat your dad is amazing, that rush of adrenaline.
You don't win tournaments by playing well and thinking poorly.
Listen, everything I did in my childhood was competitive. Everything we did my dad made it into a game to win. We used to drive my mum nuts.
I'm hitting it better than last year. The putting is getting close now, too.
The story of the week is you have got to putt well to win the Masters and I haven't putted well.
Sometimes Americans don't quite get my sense of humor. My good ol' British sarcasm seems to go over their heads.
Now I'm giving up a little in the week-to-week tournaments but reaping the benefits in the majors.
I'm 37, I'm pretty fit and feel I have another eight years left - which means there's 32 Majors still to go at.
Just because I keep getting close and don't win these Majors, I must not panic.
I know I'm good enough to contend in each and every major I play.
I ruptured my plantaris muscle. It runs through the calf and goes down the side of your achilles and stretches right to the heel.
You're the only one in control over your golf ball. It's not like tennis: you're hitting a shot and somebody's hitting it back at you.
Yes, a Major would mean so much to me but I'm a great believer that if you work hard and in the right way, you will get what you deserve.
No, I don't have any problems leaving disappointments behind. I've had lots of good days at golf and a few disappointments, so you never know what's around the corner.
Golf is played between the ears and if you are not 100 percent focused on what you are trying to do, then people will go past you no matter who you are.
Eighteen months ago I weighed 95kg and had a 40-inch waist. Now the waist is down to 34 inches and I weigh nearly 98kg.
