Pelotonia 13

When Rick told me he wanted to ride Pelotonia this year, I thought, "Great! And I could probably train up a bit and even ride with you next year."  

Crazy.  

The first lesson cancer teaches is never wait; never put things off; never assume you have next year.  In more positive terms: every moment of every day is a gift.

I've been mulling over the words to express the experience, the sights, the sounds, the emotions of riding Pelotonia with Rick and our friend Vannessa.  Thank goodness pictures speak a thousand words.

An early start

Team Smiley in the USA (Vannessa rode in honor of military members past and present who are fighting the fight) before the start

Getting ready to cross the starting line (Yikes- the only moment I was truly nervous)

First rest area.  Yay! We made it!

Second rest area.  Could we really be half way?

Loved all the folks who cheered us along the way

And put up signs of support

I sort of wished one of us was named Will when we rode by this one.  How cool is this?

Third rest area.  Maybe we really can do this!

Other Survivors who came over to give hugs and high-fives and words of encouragement 

The beer truck lady waiting for us like an angel at the finish line

Team Smiley in the USA at the finish

My favorite picture of the day.  Rick, in his Survivor jersey, whistled Christmas Carols most of the way.  

Love this man!

Many many many many many many thanks to the organizers, the volunteers, the police officers making this possible, generating excitement, and keeping us safe!  

To our friends and family who supported and encouraged us!  

To Vannessa who shared her third Pelotonia with us (looking forward to next year)!

To Rick, my strong and courageous husband, my hero!