I Raced Because I Was Paid To

Cycling Is So Hard, The Suffering Is So Intense, That It’s Absolutely Cleansing. The Pain Is So Deep And Strong That A Curtain Descends Over Your Brain….once; Someone Asked Me What Pleasure I Took In Riding For So Long. ‘pleasure???? I Said.’ ‘i Don’t Understand The Question.’ I Didn’t Do It For The Pleasure; I Did It For The Pain.

I Want To Finish By Saying That I Intend To Be An Avid Spokesperson For Testicular Cancer Once I Have Beaten The Disease. I Want This To Be A Positive Experience And I Want To Take This Opportunity To Help Others Who Might Someday Suffer From The Same Circumstance I Face Today.

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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.