Let me start by saying thank you. You supported me and rode beside me
in the ride and it was the most amazing experience. I cannot wait to do
it again!
Now that you know how the story ends, let me fill you in on some of the
highlights, low lights, and the interesting details....
The ride started in Frisco TX at 7am in the morning. Because it had
been storming all night, we were all wondering whether the ride for
which we had been training and planning for months would be postponed.
As if by magic, the rain cleared up just in time for the start and we
were good to go. Minutes before the race began, I joined my teammates
among the thousands of cyclists who were excited and ready to go. As
the clock counted down, I kissed my family goodbye and prepared for the
journey. My wife Beth, my daughters, Allie and Emily, and my niece and
nephew, Zoey and Jake cheered and waved. It felt good to have my own
cheering section. Time moved quickly, and suddenly it was 7am. The
ride started.
Can you picture 3000 cyclist ranging in age from 11 to 70 all starting
at the same time, determined to ride a total of 150 plus miles over the
next two days? It was unbelievable! Every cyclist had a different
vision of success; for some, this was just an easy ride. For the more
competitive sort, this was a flat out dash to finish. My team set off
at a pretty brisk pace. During the first 10 miles or so, the crowd of
cyclist thinned spread out along the roadside. I am certain our team
must have said "on your left" a few hundred times during that first
stretch. We knew that a rest stop would be provided every 10 to 12
miles, so our strategy was to skip the first stop and hit the second
one, alternating stops along the way. Sounded like a good strategy and
we were pumped. Our enthusiasm waned a bit around mile two when we
realized that the wind was now blowing at us instead of with us. This
was going to make it a long day. Around mile 3 it started to rain, but
still we were having fun! We stopped at the second rest stop as
planned, took some pictures, ate some food, and then it was back on the
bike.
Around mile thirty, the four guys on my team joined up with a group of
five or six other riders. We were well-matched in speed, and riding
together in a pace line is much easier then going it alone. Now we were
flying, and it felt great! We were probably moving at speeds around 19
to 20 mph when the cyclist 2 in front of me suddenly hit his brakes and
moved left. This caused a bit of chain reaction, forcing the rider in
front of me, Todd Storch, to quickly slow down. Unfortunately, their
wheels rubbed which caused him to slow down quickly enough that I flew
into the back of the rider in front of me. I mean I crashed right into
him!!!! It was quite the crash. We both flew off our bikes and landed
on the shoulder of the road. Thankfully, neither of us was seriously
injured. In fact, all we really had was some good old fashioned road
rash. Nothing some Neosporin and some over-sized bandages wouldn't fix!
Unfortunately, our bikes did not bounce back as quickly. In order to
get my bike back on the road, we needed a special tool to fix the wheel.
It took two hours for the equipment guys to get that tool to our
location. Todd and I sent the team ahead, and waited semi-patiently for
my bike to be fixed. (His bike took about fifteen minutes). Two hours
later, we were back on our bikes, pretty banged up, and now we were
riding into the wind with no cloud coverage. The hot Texas sun had done
its thing for two hours while we waited, and it had gotten pretty hot.
Although the ride that day was difficult, honestly, it was fantastic.
We worked hard but enjoyed every mile that we rode. Finally, around
3:30 pm, we rode into the finishing area for day. Volunteers took our
bikes, and we were free eat, shower, and relax.
Day two: the weather was perfect! I was feeling fantastic, and we
were ready to roll. With my ego bruised a bit from the crash the
previous day, I was eager to get out there and just hammer it! That is
exactly what we did. I don't think a single rider passed us the entire
day. It was a fantastic feeling. I felt great, and my team was having
a blast! The second day consisted of 63 miles which seemed to simply
fly by... until we got to mile 57. Six miles from the finish, I got a
flat. No big deal, right? Flats happen. So, I quickly changed the
tire and we were back on the road in no time, pressing to get to the
finish. One mile later... POP... another flat. Same tire! What was
wrong? It turned out that I had a defective tire on my brand new bike
and it now had a 3-inch split right down the middle. I began to think
that my day was over. I was five miles from the finish. I had ridden
through rain and strong winds. I had suffered a crash and dealt with
first aid. And there I sat, five miles from the finish line. Pitiful.
I told my teammates to finish without me. I explained that I would
catch a ride in one of the 20 S.A.G. wagons that ride up and down the
roads giving people a lift. As I watched them ride off, my first
thoughts were of sadness. I was not going to finish the ride. Then I
began ticking through the options in my mind. That was it, I decided to
run. I picked up my bike in one hand and since I was wearing cycling
cleats, I moved over to the grass on the shoulder. I started jogging.
I told myself, "I am a triathlete. This is just another triathlon -
after you cycle, you run!" It was probably a crazy solution, but it
felt right. As riders went by, they asked If I need help. I explained
that all I needed was a tire and they would each shout, "we don't have
one but keep it up!" I began to enjoy the run. Todd called on my cell
from the finish line and asked, "where are you?" I replied "I am
running!" He explained that they were coming to get me and my only
response was, "only if you plan to run it with me!" He definitely
thought I had lost my mind.
All I could think about at that point was that while this was
uncomfortable for me, it was nothing compared to what people with MS
must go through on daily basis. I couldn't even complain about my
journey to the finish as I know that anyone with MS would gladly trade
places with me. This was one challenge on one day, not a daily
struggle. I had run about three miles or so before a van from a local
bike shop pulled up next to me and offered their assistance. They were
able to give me a new tire, and I was then back on the road, to proudly
finish that last mile.
My ride was amazing. It was a true thrill to feel such intense support
from my family, friends, and colleagues. I felt as though the many
people who believed in me and sponsored me, were pushing me the entire
way. I rode this ride for my Aunt Tricia who has M.S. She is one of the
most special people I have ever known. Beth and the girls would agree
that our relationship with her is one of the most valuable we know as
she has always been the kind of person we strive to become. Feeling as
though in some way my ride will touch her life made it all worth it.
Like I said in the beginning, I had an incredible time and I can't wait
to do it again!
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