My goal was to not finish last. And yet when I was waiting in line at the registration table, a fellow cyclist called out to me, “Hey Wes, are you gonna be riding in the Clydesdale category?” “If they had one!” I jokingly replied, a smile on my face to cover the engrained awkwardness of perpetually being the biggest guy in the room. Look, I’m not fat. Yes, there have been times when I’ve been chunky, such as after spending 6 months on crutches while recuperating from a broken hip. I’m just big. I blame it on a confluence of nature and nurture: good genetics and good nutrition. I come from a long line of big-boned, Nordic and Celtic people. My mother was, and still is, a health food freak. (She would sneak bean sprouts into
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