100 ... repeat after me ... 100 ...
THere's just no sense on driving more hours than you have to bike, IMHO. I'll be driving 4 hours to participate, so I might as well bike at least that many ... make it 100 for me, waiter!
That being said, I went to the dermatologist today for a routine appointment and ended up having a "not like the other ones" mole cut off and biopsied, and I am feeling rather fragile. I went to the gym and after 10 min on the stairmaster, I dove into the locker room feeling like I needed a really good cry.
I'm sure I'll recover in good time, tho. Just having a fragile day.
Slapped in the face with mortality
I mean, it's just that you go through life in your teens feeling invincible and in your 20s like you can conquer the world and in your 30s like, hey, things don't always go my way, but I can handle it and then
BAM!
Mortality slaps you in the face unexpectedly and the doctor says, "Well, there's a 20 percent chance this could be a problem, and with the color the mole is, the problem could be melanoma," and all of a sudden you realize that you shouldn't take life for granted and you should cherish every single day that you are healthy enough to ride your bike.
Sigh. Knowing I have many more happy days on this earth but saddened by the people who don't have the health and the idea that I might not be invincible....
Thanks for the hugs.... Johanna