If There Was A God,

Everything In My Life Is In Perspective. Ok, Perspective Ebbs And Flows. I've Had Bad Days, But They Weren't In The Last Years. A Bad Day Is 2 October 1996: 'we've Got Bad News For You, You've Got Advanced Testicular Cancer And You've Got A Coin's Toss Chance Of Survival.' That's A Bad Day.

It Works Better For Me To Be Nervous And Hungry.

When I Was Sick, I Didn't Want To Die. When I Race, I Don't Want To Lose. Dying And Losing, It's The Same Thing.

But The Fact Is That I Wouldn't Have Won Even A Single Tour De France Without The Lesson Of Illness. What It Teaches Is This: Pain Is Temporary. Quitting Lasts Forever.

It's Funny, Because I Have Periods Where I Just Kind Of Go Dark. I Don't Tweet, I Don't Talk, I Don't Interview, And Then I Have Times Where I Do.