Over the past couple of months, I have not blogged in this space much. It certainly has not been because I haven’t been thinking about the PMC. Nor has it been that I haven’t been thinking about friends and friends of friends who are actively in their own personal battles against cancer. Much of the time that I spent blogging over the past two years, since my recurrence, has thankfully been claimed by training for the PMC. Since first getting back outside in early April, I have logged nearly 400 miles and 28 hours riding around the Baltimore area. I am on pace to do more training than I have ever done for the PMC before. And it is a good thing too, because I have had a long road of recovery to come back from chemo.
Things are going well so far and I am gaining confidence that I will be able to make the journey from Sturbridge to Bourne and then on to Provincetown all in one weekend at the beginning of August. Last year’s abridged ride has only provided additional motivation for me. So too, unfortunately, have the new additions to the “I AM RIDING FOR…” list. There are those who have passed after long and painful journeys and many more who are at the beginning of their life with cancer, undergoing treatment, and waiting. I realize more each day how blessed I am to have gotten far enough down my road of recovery to be able to ride my bicycle, for fun, for exercise, and ultimately to make a difference in the global sprint to find cures to cancer via the PMC.
Each time I roll out for a training ride, I proudly wear one of my many PMC or Team Forza-G jerseys, knowing that I am part of a fundraising army. One on a mission, each year going a little bit farther than the last. I recently told someone here in Maryland about the PMC. I told them how far I was going to ride. Jaw drops. I told them how many people. Jaw drops a little further. Then I told them how much money – $38 million. They asked “over how many years?” to which I replied “that’s this year”. Jaw hits floor. I’ve had this same conversation again and again. The scope of what the PMC and all of the riders is trying to do is massive. And it is necessary. And it will one day be completed.
But that day has not yet come… so we continue to train, and push ourselves to go farther. To come back from battling cancer to inspire and help lead the charge. To ask again, for what probably seems like the 100th time, for donations. To dream about the day that I won’t need to do that. To worry about the day that I won’t be able to do any of this. But until that day, I will push on, like so many have before me, and so many more inspiringly do each and every day.
Now that you have taken the time to read this post today, won’t you take another moment, to make a difference yourself by giving? 100% of your donation to the PMC will be used for live-saving cancer research and treatment at the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute. Basically, your donation will save someone’s life. Someone like me. All you have to do is click here…..