双色球有些什么数字 Zatopek wasn鈥檛 sure if anyone could really sustain such a blistering pace. 鈥淓xcuse me,鈥?he said,pulling alongside Peters. 鈥淭his is my first marathon. Are we going too fast?鈥? Lance wasn鈥檛 just some brute on a bike, she realized; he was a philosopher, a latter-day Beat, aDharma Bum sailing the asphalt seas in search of inspiration and Pure Experience. She鈥檇 knownArmstrong had bounced back from cancer, but she had no idea just how close to the grave he鈥檇actually been. By the time Armstrong had gone under the knife, tumors were spreading throughouthis brain, lungs, and testicles. After chemotherapy, he was too weak to walk but had to make anurgent decision: should he cash in an insurance policy worth $1.5 million, or turn it down and tryrebuilding himself into an endurance athlete? Take the payout, and he鈥檇 be set for life. Turn itdown and relapse, and he鈥檚 dead meat; he鈥檇 have no money, no health insurance, no chance ofseeing age thirty. Helen and I started looking for a new town.