I tried to control the narrative.

Winning is about heart, not just legs. It's got to be in the right place.

I rode, and I rode, and I rode. I rode like I had never ridden, punishing my body up and down every hill I could find. I rode when no one else would ride.

Average is Your Enemy.

I still don't get golf.

It's ironic, I used to ride my bike to make a living. Now I just want to live so that I can ride.

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.