It Was Great To Fight In Training,

The Day It All Changed. The Day I Stated Never To Take Anything For Granted. The Day I Learned To Take Charge Of My Life. It Was The Day I Was Diagnosed With Cancer.

We All Want To Be Forgiven. There's A Lot Of Really, Really Bad People Who Want To Be Forgiven But Will Never Be Forgiven, And I Might Be In That Camp.

Suffering, I Was Beginning To Think, Was Essential To A Good Life, And As Inextricable From Such A Life As Bliss. It’s A Great Enhancer. It Might Last A Minute, But Eventually It Subsides, And When It Does, Something Else Takes Its Place, And Maybe That Thing Is A Great Space. For Happiness. Each Time I Encountered Suffering, I Believed That I Grew, And Further Defined My Capacities – Not Just My Physical Ones, But My Interior Ones As Well, For Contentment, Friendship, Or Any Other Human Experience.

In My Most Painful Moments On The Bike, I Am At My Most Curious And I Wonder Each And Every Time How I Will Respond.

There Were No Shortcuts, I Realized. It Took Years Of Racing To Build Up The Mind And Body And Character Until A Rider Had Logged Hundreds Of Races And Thousands Of Miles Of Road. I Wouldn't Be Able To Win A Tour De France Until I Had Enough Iron In My Legs, And Lungs, And Brain And Heart.