My Goal Is To Try To Avoid

That's What Is Most Satisfying, Is Having Overcome That Pain. Pain That Is So Intense That When You Finish, It Feels Like You're Going To Die. That's What I Wanted, And That's What I Got.

I'll Skate On Concrete If I Have To. I'm Not Worried About How Fast The Ice Is. I'm Worried About How Fast I Can Go On The Ice.

Sport That Consumed Me For Over Two Decades . . . Is Now Gone. Now It's Just Me. No Pressure, No Expectations, No Need To Be Fast, Good, Strong Or To Even Improve. Yet I Can't Let Go Of This Idea That I Always Need To Be More Than I Am. And It Is Eating Me Alive.

Ive Had So Many Experiences In Cycling, But In Some Ways I Have Nothing Left To Prove. I Have Achieved More Than I Could Have Dreamed Of, Ive Raced A Lot Longer Than I Thought I Would. I Know I Can Still Be Better, But I Just Dont Know If I Love It Enough Any More.

I Was, Without Exaggeration, A Delinquent Teenager.