So I did the 60+ miles cancer ride yesterday. Went out early, ended up with a pretty fast group. At about mile 10 I took the lead and somehow lost the pack. Saw a few people in front that and caught up with them. Followed them into a rest stop, but the bigger pack I was with just kept going. It took me 15 minutes of solo hard riding into the wind and up hills to catch up. They decided to stop at the second rest stop, but I said I'm happy to keep going... there was only one taker. So Ed and I went ahead expecting the bigger group to catch us - they never did. Ed was a nice guy - same riding style as me - ride hard and steady with very little soft pedalling. Turns out he is a stage 3 testicular cancer survivor since early 90's - his story was pretty amazing. He now rides over 250 miles a week - I don't think I've ever ridden that far in a week - he was strong as an ox throughout the ride.
So there I was, doing a ride for cancer with a cancer survivor in memory of my brother-in-law.
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