I chose a relatively flat three-mile section of the river trail and I rode it out and back 17 times. It was as much of an exercise in mental fortitude as it was in physical strength. But that's kind of the point because when I think of my loved ones who have battled cancer, without exception they have all had mental strength in quantities I can only dream of.
So early that morning I set out in the good company of That Laura and our friend Mike. I'm a pretty lucky girl to have friends who will do these crazy things with me. The first few laps were boring, so boring that I wondered if I was going to make it. Then I popped in a book I'd downloaded and I'm telling you, I think that's the secret of riding long distances. The miles flew by and I was happy as a clam.
Until I crashed. Wait, can you call it a crash if you just sort of fell over? Probably not. Anyway, I was having a great time until I fell over. About 65 miles in, I was making the turn around on the out and back and turned too tightly and didn't clip out of my pedals in time. I turtled myself and was relieved to see that nobody was around to see my graceful move. I hopped back up with a bruised tush and a slightly more bruised ego and finished up the ride. And wouldn't you know it, I took center podium in the "33 Year Old Teacher Who Only Fell Over Once" category.
$340 to Reach My Goal If you'd like to make a donation on my behalf to help fund cancer research and treatment, please click here. There are only 8 more days until my big ride in Davis, so if you've been waiting to donate, now's the time. It's my honor to ride in support of and in memory of your loved ones.
I look forward to telling you all about my big ride later this month!
Fondly,
Alicia
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