National Kids Cancer Ride

Days 5 and 6 Edmonton to Carlyle

Yesterday I rode over 300 km on a bicycle.

Anyone who’s ridden a bicycle that far in one day understands the challenges beyond just pedaling for 10 hours or more, but for the rest of us, here’s a quick rundown of the challenges.

Wind.  When its at your back (say, within 30 degrees of being directly behind you) its a God send, but anything else can be a challenge.

Fuel.  Just like with your car or truck, getting enough fuel in for a long trip, and getting the right kind of fuel is important.  Fail to refill the tank, and you aren’t going to make it.

Fatigue.  Let’s face it, we’ve trained for this, but most of us haven’t trained for this as day 5.  300 km is a long way no matter how you slice it, add in the 700 or so km through the mountains of the previous 4 days, and things are going to get sore.

Discomfort.  My bum hurts.  It hurts in ways reasonable people can’t understand, but that’s part of the process.  Sit on a racing seat long enough, and you’re going to start developing pressure points and sores.

Mental/emotional strength.  Most people don’t realize that your emotional strength is tied very closely to their endurance.  When your body gets tired, your emotional walls start to collapse.  When that happens, it’s a lot harder to push past the pain.

Yesterday I rode 301 km for Ty.  Ty endured cancer, chemo therapy, and finally died.  He was somebody’s son.  All I did was ride a bike to remind you that kids get cancer, and we don’t spend nearly enough on their treatment.

I think this year’s theme is 2.  Today I’m giving you two updates, two bike rides, and Alex had 2 deadly cancers.

First, Alex had a bone tumor in his leg and lung, then the treatment for his bone tumor gave him leukemia.

Today I rode 160 km into the wind.  Wow, am I tired, but tomorrow I have a choice, I can either get on my bike and raise funds and awareness to fight this miserable disease, or I can quit.  But the kids don’t get to quit, and medical science is currently at the stage where treatment for one deadly disease might give you another cancer.  So, I won’t quit.  I’ll pedal this broken old body to Halifax, and dip my wheel in the Atlantic.  I’ll cry every day about kids like Ty and Alex and all the rest, and then I’ll regroup and try and spread the word some more. Our kids only get less than 4% of the national budget for cancer research.

Oh, and I met all these cool kids at the school in Sedley Sask.


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