Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Rough Road

The first leg of the Boston Brain Tumor Ride was the worst. The road had been graded and scarified in preparation for repaving. The ride was bumpy at best. Terrifying at times with thoughts of catching a tire and going down. Slowly we pedaled, elbows and wrists aching from the jarring, with high anticipation of the end of this rough patch. Wherever that may be... For afterwards we would fly.

And I thought how appropriate is this patch. For many cancer warriors never get to see the end of their rough roads. Then I knew I could ride this road for them.


jeff noel said...

Wonderful metaphor. So true. Inspiring.

Anonymous said...

Thought the same thing. The perfect metaphor. I'm sure it changed your whole perspective. Peddle on.