I Tried To Control The Narrative.

I'm Not Willing To Put A Percentage On The Chances But I Will No Longer Rule It Out.

At The End Of The Day, If There Was Indeed Some Body Or Presence Standing There To Judge Me, I Hoped I Would Be Judged On Whether I Had Lived A True Life, Not On Whether I Believed In A Certain Book, Or Whether I'd Been Baptized. If There Was Indeed A God At The End Of My Days, I Hoped He Didn't Say, But You Were Never A Christian, So You're Going The Other Way From Heaven. If So, I Was Going To Reply, You Know What? You're Right. Fine.

It's Frustrating In The Sense That I Still Think I Could Be Competing At Some Sport At A Fairly High Level, Which Nobody Cares About. Nobody Wants To Hear Me Say That.

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.

Life To Me Is A Series Of False Limits And My Challenge As An Athlete Is To Explore Those Limits