We sped on, across the plains, toward Metz. I hung back, saving myself. It is called the Race of Truth. The early stages separate the strong riders from the weak. Now the weak would be eliminated altogether.

That was my decision, so I have to be responsible for that. It was one of the biggest mistakes of my life and I don't have a good reason for why I wanted to come back, I don't have a good reason for doing it all.

I still don't get golf.

Giving up was never an option

I've given gifts in the Tour de France and it's come back to bit me. So no gifts.

Hard work, sacrifice and focus will never show up in tests.

Fear is priceless education.