Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.

Those words were written by Sir Winston Churchill and I thought of them on Tuesday as I watched Lance Armstrong and the Astana team absolutely devour the time trial course, making up 40 seconds on the leader and, if it weren’t for a few hundredths of a second, putting Lance into the Yellow Jersey.

There sure stretches before Lance, and all the riders, a long and grueling path. I used to "race" a bit (compared to these guys I was just out for a mild cruise) and I know a something about the pain and suffering of pushing oneself to  the limits. Struggling up a crazy steep hill in the blazing heat, being buffeted by winds which try to throw you back, all as the clock ticks on with a relentless persistence. Heart racing, blood pounding, sweat dripping, muscles crying. Good times. 

But it’s the pain that makes the finishing so sweet. And after a while you realize that Sir Winston was on to something. The journey itself is its own reward. And the pain fades quickly once you’ve run the course. The key is to just keep moving. Never, never, never stop moving.

- And that’s today’s word from the bird