stump the kazakh - ver 2.0

VN reports on a Gazetto report (which i now report on ... internet regurgitation isn't journalism, is it?), talkin' bout an un-named I-taliano sprinter-type who says everybody must dope to win. Can the crazy Kazakh identify the sprinter based on the limited tantalizations?

now retired for five seasons who won "six major races" during his career at the elite level.

Me? I've no idea. But, it's rather disheartening to hear such fatalistic charges against the sport. And yet, without more of this ... how will drugs in cycling be stopped? Is it worth all the humbug and hoopla? I think so.

I approve of idealism backed with pragmatic spankings.

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where's your guru now, pretty boy?

Now going on way less than a thousand calories for the past 3+ days ... shyte, that might be edging towards a fast for spiritual growth. And, it's true ... my mind does seem to be wrapping around itself ... looking in and seeing out at the same time, both visions blurry and with fatigue. Intellectually, I know I should be hungry ... and there is a discomfort throbbing around my midsection ... but, the thought of forcing something down my stomach does nothing but revolt me. bizarre.

But, as i sit here straightening a few things at my desk before calling it a day to head home ~ i do feel surges of emotions buffeting through me. As though the physical energy I so lack has transmuted itself into a whirling dervish of emotions, shuddering through me in random blasts, leaving me dizzy with discomfort on how to identify the source or direction.

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