I am in the Bahamas. It is a brief trip, designed solely around work, but it feels like a shelter from the storm. I rise at dawn, eat a simple breakfast, run for an hour, swim in the ocean to cool off, then basically spend the rest of the day writing. There is a break for dinner, and then it's time for some interviews and bed. 

My office is a wooden deck chair in an outdoor room. The floor is stone, which gives way to grass two feet from my own feet, and then the ocean is just beyond that thin strip of green. Being here reminds me of working on SURVIVOR, where any moment of creative staleness was quickly fixed by a sprint into the turquoise ocean. So it is now. The cove is sheltered and the waves are six inches high -- a soundtrack more than an obstacle. 

Onward. Read about the new Radio Shack team in this morning's New York Times. Seems a lot like a rehashed Postal Service/Discovery/Astana, what with Levi, Popo and all those old familiar faces. What that team needs is a good time trial rider....

That's all I've got. 

Keep Pushing... Always