But they didn’t!
There were Patrick and John, who rode in front for a while to block
my wind, and Julie, who stuck with me on the merciless climb up the
mountain toward Jubilee Pass, the halfway mark of our out-and-back
ride. After more than five hours of cranking my bike’s pedals, strong
cross winds, and scorching heat, I was exhausted and had to turn
around without reaching the summit. Julie kept smiling, which
comforted me as we turned back. Another kind JDRF soul – I wish I got
his name – gave me a 25-mile lift in his van, stopping to let me pedal
the last mile to the cheering greeters at the finish line.
I’m grateful for the generous JDRF volunteers who escorted,
applauded, monitored or fueled me through the ride. I’m proud to say I
pedaled 71 miles to help raise money to find a cure for T1D. It was
the most challenging ride of my life, and I’d do it again in a
heartbeat. And next time, I’ll be ready to cover every mile!