My family and I live in Minneapolis Minnesota. This is a blog about my fight with Cancer. I hope to share about my experience with treatment, my life with my beautiful family, and this crazy adventure called life. Oh, and we love doughnuts!

Bikes And Cancer

This week marks the first time in 3 years that I commuted to work by bike. Oh it was wonderful, cool breezy mornings and warm afternoons make early summer the best time to ride. With the better weather and a newly added shower in our office it was the right time to start. I must admit the docs are right when saying exercise helps with the fatigue that comes with cancer treatment, I have a bit more pep in my step.

Of all my obsessions in life cycling came first. The day that I no longer needed training wheels my rear wheel was off and I was trying to rid it of the coaster brake, how little I knew. I can't explain why I was hooked. Partly it was the freedom that came with the bike, and partly it was something to tinker with. I didn't buy a brand new bike until high school, before that they were always used and needed a little TLC.

The first of many shops I worked at was Spoke and Ski. This was an odd place to be a wrench at, the following things actually happened:

  • Sales team were in the back doing Whip-Its on my first day.
  • Managers smoked weed regularly in the room next to my bike stand.
  • Employees dealt drugs and fake IDs through the shop.
  • There were regular parties during and after hours of operation.

Clearly there was a reason this shop was affectionately known as Spoke and Toke. 

My first introduction to professional racing was watching Greg Lemond win the Tour De France. And I must admit I was a huge fan and grand apologist for Lance Armstrong, the day that all the sworn testimonies of his friends and teammates came out was a sad day for me. Sadder still, months after it all came out I met the man at his bike shop. I may or may not have, but definitely did fanboy on him. It was a wildly conflicted and quick handshake and conversation.

After a stint off the bike and the summer before Edmund was born I decided it was time to lose some weight and get back on the bike. 50 Pounds and many miles later I was a lean mean cycling machine in the best shape I was ever in. I entered my 30th year well. I rode two 100 mile endurance races and some road races. I was getting as many miles as I could. Sadly a running injury got me off the bike and I have been off ever since.

And now, at the end of this day I have commuted three times to work and have plans to get on the bike as much as I can. Whether they are rides with the kids in the trailer, commuting to work, or putting down 50 miles on a weekend day I will be making use of my steeds.

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