Pan Mass Challenge 2019 – Nothing Went Wrong

The big weekend came and went, and the good news is that everything went well. No rain, no flats, and no taking the Green Line to the finish.

First, the best news. My cousin Nancy is doing great – read for yourself:
I completed my fourth and final chemo cycle six weeks ago (didn’t need to continue through six cycles). We knocked out those pesky IgMs and B cells so now it’s “watch and wait.” My next blood check is August 21 and will show whether bone marrow is manufacturing white and red blood cells again. Anemia continues but I’m able to get out of the house and live like normal at home. The piles of sorted mail on my desk are because it’s more fun to ignore them and read!

I can’t thank you enough for dedicating your ride to the Bing Center (At the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute). Recent research shows positive results in oral drug maintenance studies and new drugs that almost double time-to-next chemo therapy and overall survival prognosis. I plan to be blue-haired and spunky well into my eighties!

Nancy and I have a date to see the next solar eclipse April 8, 2024 in Cleveland or Vermont, when I will have white hair – all 3 of them.

Once again I rode Saturday with longtime friends, Jon and Moe, from Wellesley to the Mass Maritime Academy in Bourne. Here we are at the start, on Friday afternoon before the crowds started.

We made great time on Saturday morning and finished in time to have lunch before and after the requisite massage. My wife Laura spoiled us rotten by picking us up from the MMA so we could sleep in real beds in our Wareham house. She baked several home made pizzas for dinner, and then got up at 3am Sunday to make a full breakfast, then drive us to the MMA start.

I waited for “Fast Jeff” from Team Lick Cancer, but he was waiting for someone else. So I took off in the inky darkness, over the Bourne Bridge, along the shadowy canal bike path where we had to dodge fisherman on their tricycles. I pulled a few riders along, but they kept hopping off at the water stops. Finally, with nothing left but a few miles of Rt. 6 and the rolling dunes Provincelands, a group of 5 guys let me recover in their wake. We were the 10th riders to finish this non-race, more a testament to insomnia than raw speed. If you have ever walked along the breakwater in Provincetown, you will recognize this background.

Thank you to all my donors who have contributed $7000 this year, and over $200,000 over the last 31 years of riding. Next year I will miss the actual PMC as I’ll be camping in western Colorado. Instead, I will do a virtual ride to raise funds. Are there any good hills out there?