Forever Is A Big Word. I'm Not

We Sped On, Across The Plains, Toward Metz. I Hung Back, Saving Myself. It Is Called The Race Of Truth. The Early Stages Separate The Strong Riders From The Weak. Now The Weak Would Be Eliminated Altogether.

Athletes Don't Have Much Use For Poking Around In Their Childhoods, Because, Introspection Doesn't Get You Anywhere In A Race.

I Thought I Knew What Fear Was, Until I Heard The Words 'you Have Cancer'.

The Ban Doesn't Have Anything To Do With Livestrong Or My Ability To Work In [the Cancer] Community. Perhaps It Speeds It Up. I Don't Know The Examples In Great Britain Of Athletes Who Have Fallen. I Know The Examples In The United States - The Tiger Woods, The Michael Vicks, Even The Bill Clintons - People Who Are Still Out There Able To Work.

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.