Nearly three years in a row

Two years ago I was stopped less than 90 miles shy of 10,000 bicycling miles for the year. Having to quit with a week to go because of a life threatening illness really sucked. Of course, living is worth 88 miles.

Last year, I blew the doors off with over 11,000 miles in the saddle. Revenge was sweet. I crossed the 10,000 mark around Thanksgiving. I rode in eight new states (Illinois, Iowa, Minnesota, North Dakota, Montana, Idaho, Washington, and Oregon). And I crossed the continental divide for the first time.

Today, I crossed the 10,000 mile threshold again. Along the way, I picked off five new states (Missouri, Kansas, Colorado, Utah, and Nevada). I rode over Monarch Pass, above 11,000 feet.

From Colorado to California, I climbed well over 150,000 feet. Somebody stop me before I do such a foolish thing ever again.

Now it’s time to get well and have some fun. Colonoscopies are fun, aren’t they?

PSA – Get your ass to a doctor

If you’ve been meaning to do one of those cleansings of your inner organs, do I have a treat for you.

This week I will be having my seventh colonoscopy. PARTAY! Colon cancer doesn’t much care if you think a colonoscopy is gross. To be honest, the cleansing routine the day before is not much fun, although, unlike a decade ago, you no longer have to drink two gallons of foul tasting fluid to get the job done. Fair warning: do this at home. (Don’t ask.)

My mother survived it. My friend Bob is undergoing chemo for it. My grad school roommate Chet died of it a year ago. Like you, they were/are all very nice people. Colon cancer didn’t much care.

So if you are 50 or older, or if you have a family history of colon cancer, get your ass to a doctor and get a colonoscopy. It’s not nearly as gross as having eye surgery while conscious. (Been there. Done that. I have stories.)