Hard Work, Sacrifice And Focus Will Never

At This Point Of My Life, I'm Not Out To Protect Anybody. I'm Out To Protect Seven People, And They All Have The Last Name Armstrong.

My Ruthless Desire To Win At All Costs Served Me Well On The Bike But The Level It Went To, For Whatever Reason, Is A Flaw. That Desire, That Attitude, That Arrogance.

There Were Something Like 50 Good, Arduous Climbs Around Nice, Solid Inclines Of Ten Miles Or More. The Trick Was Not To Climb Every Once In Awhile, But To Climb Repeatedly. I Would Do Three Different Climbs In One Day, Over The Course Of A Six- Or Seven-hour Ride. A 12 Mile Climb Took About An Hour, So That Tells You What My Days Were Like.

The Biggest Losers Are Those Who Care Only About Winning.

So If There Is A Purpose To The Suffering That Is Cancer, I Think It Must Be This: It's Meant To Improve Us.