A life spent defensively, worried, is a life wasted.
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.
It's Not About the Bike: My Journey Back to Life
One of the redeeming things about being an athlete is redefining what is humanly possible.
Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.
A boo is a lot louder than a cheer, if you have 10 people cheering and one person booing all you hear is the booing.
It taught me that pain has a reason, and that sometimes the experience of losing things - whether health or a car or an old sense of self - has its own value in the scheme of life. Pain and loss are great enhancers.
I want all of you to know that I intend to beat this disease. And further, I intend to ride again as a professional cyclist.
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