Suffice it to say that mine was not a well-traveled road to the ProTour, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
A little over four years ago, I was struggling to stay awake through my afternoon classes. It may have been related to the VO2 intervals I did in the three-hour gap between classes and the large bowl of pasta that followed. Certainly my professor’s dry and monotonous lecture failed to stave off the impending hour of head-nodding.
My evenings were spent at the computer lab, typing away at a seemingly endless final report for our senior design project. Nothing kills the joy of writing like a tedious design report.