Halfway through the Tour and more than half the battle so far has been outside the racing itself. Everyone out here is racing hard, but the hardest part for me is that my body isn’t letting me get to that point where it feels like my legs are going to fall off, my lungs split in two, that my vision blurs and stomach churns…

After every race I can’t help but shake my head and wish there was something I could do to snap my body out of this comatose. And until I find that, the one most important thing I CAN keep doing is that I can keep picking myself up and keep reminding myself that this is only one small part of my story, one hiccup in the plan, one little victory. One day at a time.