A bicycle is the long-sought means of transportation for all of us who have runaway hearts.

I raced because I was paid to do a job and I felt like I had to do the job. Number two: I raced because I loved the process, I loved training, getting ready for the race, I loved all of that. And number three I raced for my memories. Regardless of what somebody wants to give or take away, you can't take my memories.

I got the three things I wanted. I did my job, I worked hard in the process, and I cherish the memories, and they're mine.

Pain is only temporary. Quitting is forever!

Me and running don’t always see eye to eye. Some days it hurts more than others. But it doesn’t mean I don’t do it. I deal with it and I keep running because not everything that is good for you, always feels good for you.

Live strong is exactly I guess what it says. It's one thing to live, but it's another thing to live strong, to attack the day and attack your life with a whole new attitude. This was a gift for me. I guess before the illness I just lived. Now, after the illness, I live strong.

I'm not trying to justify myself, or say I'm not sorry, or not contrite.