It's Nice To Win. I'll

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.

If I Was Racing In 2015, No, I Wouldn't Do It Again Because I Don't Think You Have To. If You Take Me Back To 1995, When Doping Was Completely Pervasive, I Would Probably Do It Again.

The Tour (de France) Is Essentially A Math Problem, A 2,000-mile Race Over Three Weeks That's Sometimes Won By A Margin Of A Minute Or Less. How Do You Propel Yourself Through Space On A Bicycle, Sometimes Steeply Uphill, At A Speed Sustainable For Three Weeks? Every Second Counts.

I May Be In Timeout Forever. But I Hope Not To Be.

Motivation Can't Take You Very Far If You Don't Have The Legs.