Steve says god takes things away from us we care about to humble us.
My sniffle travelled from the tip of my nose, evolving into a back of the throat tickle. Now it is embedded in the depths of my lungs as a gurgle. I feel more weak and feverish than humbled. The idea of racing a 24-hour solo in 13 days is tough to hold on to let alone the World Championships.
It is just a bike race....right?