Between Heaven and Hell
I was in Philadelphia. That should have been clue number one. But I was in Philadelphia, and I was riding in a bicycle race. It was the first year that I had been cycling with any kind of consistency, and I was a bit more confident in myself than I should have been. Case in point: for this LIVESTRONG cycling event, I was lined up in the starting chute about 4 rows back from Lance Armstrong. The…