It Works Better For Me To Be

I Raced Because I Was Paid To Do A Job And I Felt Like I Had To Do The Job. Number Two: I Raced Because I Loved The Process, I Loved Training, Getting Ready For The Race, I Loved All Of That. And Number Three I Raced For My Memories. Regardless Of What Somebody Wants To Give Or Take Away, You Can't Take My Memories.

I Guess If A Person Never Quit When The Going Got Tough, They Wouldn't Have Anything To Regret For The Rest Of Their Life.

There Were Something Like 50 Good, Arduous Climbs Around Nice, Solid Inclines Of Ten Miles Or More. The Trick Was Not To Climb Every Once In Awhile, But To Climb Repeatedly. I Would Do Three Different Climbs In One Day, Over The Course Of A Six- Or Seven-hour Ride. A 12 Mile Climb Took About An Hour, So That Tells You What My Days Were Like.

We Each Cope Differently With The Specter Of Our Deaths. Some People Deny It. Some Pray. Some Numb Themselves With Tequila. I Was Tempted To Do A Little Of Each Of Those Things. But I Think We Are Supposed To Try To Face It Straightforwardly, Armed With Nothing But Courage.

You Can Teach Someone How To Control Their Strength, But You Can't Teach Them To Be Strong.