I am continually amazed by the R2S family. As a first year rider, I've received coaching, encouragement, support, inspiration and much more from my all R2S family members, both riders and crew. I am thankful for being able to share this experience with all of you.


This afternoon I was amazed by my family. As I pulled up to my house, I saw that my kids had set up a lemonade stand to raise money to fight evil. I quickly found out that they had put in a 3.5 hour shift and they had raised $101.24.


7 Days, 8 Hours... I can't wait.


Funny how numbers on a page can be intimidating. Last year the minimum donation commitment  was $1500. An intimidating number indeed. But I once scaled a building and raised $1500 to do it.(For Easter Seals...not for rapelling equiptment), so I knew it was attainable for myself. My biggest fundraising lesson learned that year was NEVER DO A BOTTLE DRIVE again!!!!! I had put up posters all around my neighborhood and my friend's neighborhood. We got the skankiest, ugliest, oldest, bug infested bottles people could find in their garages, thier garbage piles, thier compost heaps. But sometimes that's what you do to fundraise. I think I got $200 out of. Think about that it terms of .05 and .20 cent bottle deposits.........


So imagine my panic when the powers that be switched the minimum commitment to $2500!!! How dare they do that!! Without warning?? Without asking?? Without a vote??? Someone just decided to change it up $1000???? Forgetting the big picture, I was slightly perturbed, more out of fear of not raising the money. I was  not seeing more money going to cancer research, Not seeing 100% of money raised from our commited group going to cancer. No, in that moment it was all about me. And how I was going to fail miserably at raising $2500. I hate asking people for money.


So I listened and learned from those 'elite' fundraisers. Oh, you know the ones. The ones who probably already have  $1000 banked on NEXT YEAR's donation page! The ones who have big donators. The ones who LOVE to fundraise. Its their passion. They know people, They can play an instrument and throw a CD together and sell it (I have a high school friend living in Japan who did just that to raise money for Tsunami victims). The ones who have great ideas, and fundraise thier hearts out until they meet that goal. And then surpass it. I watch in awe as thier tallies totalled. Some going as far as + $33, 000. Wow. That's impressive . That's inspiring. And not to out shadow all the others and all the totals so far. We don't just stop at $2500 I discover. Well you can, but why, when you can raise more???  More?? Gulp.


The beautiful thing is we, the riders, are not hung out to dry to raise the money. Oh no, our "powers that be" GIVE US OPPORTUNITIES to fundraise. They arrange events that we can participate in to raise money. They give us ideas. We support each other by attending each others fundraising events. Even now in the final week our teamate Michel, an Air Canada pilot, releases 400 raffle  tickets for a trip for 2 anywhere  Air Canada flies in North America, Hawaii, Carrebean and Mexico. $20 a pop. Wow! What a deal. 100% goes to Cancer Research. Does he try to sell all 400 himself?? NO, he takes just 100 for himself and gives US, his teamates a chance to sell the rest of them. AND PUT THE MONEY UNDER OUR NAME. To help those reach the $2500 and others to surpass. Think about that.  That's what Ride2Survive is all about. It is a family. A team.

Porta Potty Paul gives a call to those that may need help fundraising. Its a joy to talk to him. I assure him that I am at $2500, something I wasn't sure I could do. And I couldn't have done it by myself. . Not without the help and support of my friends, my wonderful awesome co workers, my family, my R2S family,  and the dozens of people out there that ate BBQ hot dogs and  threw money in the can while I was spinning in a mall. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.


I am at $2867 with my 10 raffle tickets sold. Can I make it to $3000????







On June 23rd, 2012...between 9 & 10pm...something wonderful will happen, and that something wonderful will be YOU.


Please come out to Scott Road in Delta between 72nd avenue and 80th avenue Saturday night between 9 and 10pm for the arrival of Ride2Survive 2012.




Come out in support of the fight against cancer. Bring pictures of the loved ones you are there to fight for, to cherish, and to remember.  Bring your heart on your sleeve.  Bring your memories, bring your hopes and dreams.  Bring theirs.  Raise your voices and cheer to show how much it means to you.


Let's make the ENTIRE street from 72nd-80th avenue a SEA OF YELLOW...The Yellow Mile.



OK so it's not really a biblical epic. Let's call it "can" and "able" instead. Thanks to the hard work and dedication of an amazing group of volunteers I'm feeling downright groovy. During the course of our training I have been irritable, quotable, miserable, susceptible, pliable, redeemable, culpable, gullible, malleable, and erable (that’s French for maple tree) but the word that comes to mind now is discernable. That’s the type of difference I’m feeling. Hills that gassed me three months ago are now a mere nuisance. Those early training climbs would have my tongue hanging so far out of my head that I would have to scrape the road slugs off when I got home just to taste dinner. Now it’s often smooth if not effortless; challenging but not hopeless.


Nutritionally I will now switch to a carbohydrate based diet. I will be doing this in two phases:

  1. Before the ride – Brown rice, ancient grains, fresh fruits & veg.
  2. After the ride – Malt, barley, water, yeast, and bubbles.

This may qualify for Ripley’s status but I made the commitment to a beer free diet while in training and have not had a barley sandwich since we left Mexico in mid February. I am now down to my ride day goal of 170 lbs (that’s my weight not my weekly consumption).


Nine days. That’s all the time left till we pound our hairy chests, knock back a shot of Kelowna porch climber, and hit the road with a passion. The tune-ups (otherwise known as training rides) are down to a dull roar as we enter the “taper” phase. From here on in it’s only an occasional gentle 40-60 kilometer jaunt. As the tension mounts and the days fly by it’s easy to think only in terms of the road. Yet the road is merely a metaphor for the journey we are on to mitigate the suffering that cancer causes. The most important realization is to know that we are going in the right direction. The donations we are harvesting are the paving stones that will forge the passage to a place where we are free of this crippling burden.

Cancer: your days are numbered!!!