At some point during the training (or perhaps on ride day) you will feel the "magic" of Ride2Survive- where it becomes more than pedaling a bike.  Where you feel a deeper connection to our bigger purpose (which is different for everyone) and where you feel the power of "team".


Yesterday's 200km (not all flat- flat spin) was that day for me.  And so the MAGIC begins!  By the time we reached the end of 0Avenue I was bone tired and ready to get off my bike (following our epic paceline).  The somewhat off key chorus line of Rich and Emilio singing Christmas carols as the pollen fell on us like snow certainly distracted and entertained me and kept me pedaling. We arrived at Buckets and Birdies tired, energized, and proud.  Observers would not have guessed that we spent the last 9.5 hours on the saddle.     


My belief is that each person brings a unique brilliance to the Ride2Survie team, whether you are a first time rider, veteran or crew: coaching, cheering each other on, opening your heart and sharing your journey, words of encouragement, respecting silence, sharing food, mechanical help...You name it. You do  it. You are Ride2Survive, and I am honoured to ride with you. 


We are setting ourselves up for an incredible experience on ride day.  The spirit of those whom you ride for will surely guide you and give you the strength you need to keep pedaling.  With three weeks to go, I encourage you to share your journey and invite your friends and family to join us en route so that they can be part of our magic too.


Thank you for bringing the magic into my world!



Its not just that I love cycling, this is much more than a cycling event, what really resonates with me is that this is going to be difficult, I will suffer during the ride, its one of the things I love about cycling, weeing how hard I can push my self. I still remember watching my mum suffer as she endured radio therapy (this was in the 80's, so it was pretty brutal), surgery followed, but to no effect, apart from inflicting more suffering. Finally after I watched  my mum, wither away from the wondeful effervescent person she was she succomed to this disease that has no social, religious or any other boundary, including wealth!!! I was 19 at the time, just in my first year of University, my mum died on the 27th december, so we did the whole christmas thing and then all the presents were still there but my mum wasn't.


So this is why I signed up. I would love no one ese to go through that, but still they are, why we cant find a cure I am not sure, but I want everyne who is trying to have everything they need!! Dont get me started on the amount of money wasted on everything else by countless governments!


I will be doing my bit and hopefully other people will be inspired and do there bit.


I have really enjoyed the training rides, some fantastic people and some sad and heroic stories.


If you are thinking of sponsoring me or have sonsored me, why not just donate as much as you can ( infact think of a figure and double it!!! You can go without coffee for a week or a month or a year!!!)




Except for a final group ride and some rides on our own or with others, the formal training for the Ride2Survive comes to an end!

Saturday, while most normal folks were having a nice coffee with their newspaper at 9 or 10, we already had many kilometers in our legs. 


But....But.... But.... while some of us rode our bikes, there were a few who were most special and have been most special thru this training season, those are the crew who have been on the road with us to keep us safe, change our flats, feed and water us and of course, provide some much needed Vitamin L!

These are the true heros of our little ride we call the Ride2Survive!

So to Pam, Kerry O, Sandra, Alexandra, Charles, Carlye, Lorene, Kathleen, Tony, Christine, Nicola, Lynne, Robert K, Paul J, Kelsy, Cheryl, Nick O, Dave O,


From the bottom of our hearts, THANK YOU


And so it goes. Ride day will come and a host of others will sacrifice more than a day at home with their families to help this event happen and more importantly, help the money get raised. 


Some of us just ride our bikes, but our true heros don't.




I just finished reading three posts about Sunday's journey and, as usual, they are eloquent because they are from the heart. Thanks to Denise, Steve, and Siobhan. Here's what I have to contribute:

I have powered my way up mountains, endured cold and rain, ridden through the clouds, and pushed my body to the limit. Am I enjoying the ride? Hard to believe, but yeah. There's no way you can do it if you don't. It's too hard, it's too long, it's too demanding. If I was hating it every moment I wouldn't be here.

Sure there's hard moments and you're suffering and you'd rather be other places, but the rewards you get back from persevering, that's what keeps me here and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Now as much as that echoes my sentiment, those are not my words. Those are the words of Ryder Hesjedal as he prepares for his best ever racing result and a legitimate chance to be the first Canadian to win the Giro D'Italia.

It lends perspective to our own pursuits. We too are trying to win something. We too are making sacrifices and pushing ourselves beyond limits that we thought we could endure. A lot of things have to go right for us to realize our dream but make no mistake; if we all pull together we will win our battle on June 23rd. We will continue to win battles thereafter until eventually we will win the war.

Like Ryder we will sense when we are close. Those waves of negative emotion we experienced by reflecting on the horrific losses we have endured will turn to shouts of elation.Just as John and Yoko declared "War Is Over" we will together declare: