I look like hell, huh. Don’t care. You see we have 158 days until we ride the toughest Tour de France climbs. My lips have cancer cuts at the moment. My forehead has some painful cancer cells wrecking havoc too. Hurts like hell to put the helmet on so I opted for the pelly mostly this week even though I was in the sunshine state. My dream is to ride the Alps without stopping. So, I’m resolved to follow my training discipline. Big dreams create unstoppable resolve. Fact.
Nobody cares that you’re hurting. Resolve. Ride the damn thing. Do the damn thing. Pursue it. Chase it. Make it happen. Do not focus on how you look or feel. Focus on the aim, the dream, and the beauty in it all. Focus on the joy emanating from doing hard things well. Start by doing them not so well. Resolve.
En brera. No excuses. Good.
Live hard. Love harder…