Its almost 1030pm and I am FINALLY rid of the enormous amounts of sweat residue and have found my way to the comforts of my bed. Halle-flippin-lujha! I did it. I conquered that monster of a route....and honestly there were many a time I wanted to toss in the towel. But encouraging words from my riding buddy, a sign stating chemo sucks or thank you for saving my life, has the power to uncover strength you didnt know was there . I had no idea how mentally (I figured some, ok more than some, physical) unprepared I really was. I was defeated. There were many times I walked my bike up hills even my when my legs refused to cooperate. Times I sounded like I had Tourettes because I was mumbling things like I fing hate you cancer. I really fing hate you or I just want this to be over. I cried more times than I can count. I called Cliff to say I have nothing left with 10 miles to go....I needed to hear his voice, and it worked. Most importantly I remembered the names I carry with me and I prayed that Amie was with me...and when I was certain I couldnt go any further, I found it. Somewhere deep, I found it... Even if I was barely moving. The wonderful stranger perched on the top of a hill I walked, gave me a Diet Coke...the sugar and caffeine I desperately needed. She pulled me from a low point with her act of kindness. Theres a hill on the less hilly side (believe me, if thats less, I dont want to see the other) that is straight out of hell. In green spray paint letters at the start of its torture, it says WTF, Dig Deep and a few other things...and almost every person there when I was, walked it and cursed it. Its that bad....and I almost didnt make it up walking it. I had to finish. I had to get to my prize. Not just crossing that line, but I wanted nothing more than to see my family and bawl like a baby. At the entrance I saw Jay Green, And Dan Cuddie. Let the waterworks begin. I crossed that line hand in hand with Tara Holmes and spotted my prize. My husband, my awesome kids, my parents (first time to see me cross), the fabulous Nicole, my friend Mike Ricketts (Erin, her son and her mom), Lisa Miller Bowling-Green, and my boss Chris Robeson, his awesome family and his riding buddy. What a support group. I am so blessed. All my neighbor friends were at home to greet me in their t-shirts. Again, so blessed. Im glad I did it, although I wasnt for the ten hours I was on that bike. ;). Next year, I wont be so advantageous....25 sounds real good. Lol. Thank you again to all that supported me. It did not go unnoticed. Heres to One Goal. #lbpeloton
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 02:35:32 +0000
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