I woke up this morning in disbelief, no rain. You have got to be kidding me, how is this possible? I planned my whole day around rain. I did not even set an alarm. I could still be out of here by 10am. I turned on the Weather Channel, the same people who where telling me to build an ark. The radar showed only patchy rain. I better get it together fast and get on the road. Just as I figured, right before I headed out, down came the rain to wash a biker out.
I took to the road with a vengeance, “let’s get this done.” I figured every mile over 30, I could subtract from 100 miles, a total of 130 miles (more like 160). The first 30 miles were a little tough being hilly, cold, wet, and I had a flat tire. “Come on 30 miles,” it felt like an eternity. Once I hit 30 miles, I felt a little choked up. “I’m counting down the last 100 miles of a 47 day, 3627 mile bike ride.” All kinds of things started racing through my mind, ” I want the finish to be perfect.” And then I remembered one of the many lessons I have learned on this trip. ” I’m going to just show up and it will be perfect.”
I wish I could report that I was in this frame of mind all day. I’m not always very good with my emotions. I was still fatigued most of the day. My phone was acting up in the damp weather which was an irritant. At some point I got so mad trying to answer the phone that I yelled out in frustration. I must be getting hungry, I thought. No its more than that, I’m also tired. I told myself, “today is your day, you do what you need to do to get the mileage in. You have worked hard, you have paid your respects, now you have a job to do. Finish your ride.” Suddenly I felt a lot better after giving myself permission to feel bad.
My wife was my motivation to ride today. I want to see her tomorrow and the closer I get today, the sooner I see her tomorrow.
I listened to what the universe told me today. I listened to the omens. The universe said, “today you ride.” The universe knows what I want. I ran across a group of Marines in full gear, including guide-ons marching from Texas to New York (On Facebook: 325 th SFS 9/11 Ruck March To Rember). They are set to arrive on Sept 11th. This is a good omen I thought. Suddenly it hit me, I’m a small part in a really big thing. I felt a sense of honor. We were all traveling the same road for the same cause. We are paying our respects to those who gave everything to keep us safe, and free.
I am not sad that my journey will be coming to an end. I am not over excited that I will finish tomorrow. I am ready to finish. I am ready to go home. I am excited to see my wife, my partner, Nicole. She has worked hard to get this team across the finish line. I am excited to see my family, Haylee and Whitney. I am looking forward to seeing my friend Andre.
I have learned many lesson on the trip. Lessons I will share with you in the future, along with photos, video, and celebration. I have made many new friends. A lady asked me today, “What are you getting out of this?” Knowing her meaning I replied “nothing.” The true answer to that question is “a gift.” A Fireman asked me why I was doing this ride and I told him, “I am searching for something.” So what did I find, what is the gift? It’s what I had all along, YOU. Thank you so much for sharing this journey with me. I could not have made it without you. Tomorrow is your day. Tomorrow is the finish line. Tomorrow we all celebrate our victory. Please join me on the blog and Spot as I ride the final 55 miles to New York. I plan on crossing the finish line with Nicole, Whitney, Haylee, and Andre between 2pm and 4pm eastern time. Some say you cannot choose your family, I disagree. I have always chosen my family. We are all family.
Good night and thank you family.