“ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY!”

PMC 2022 Recap

ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY! We did it! The 2022 PMC (my 24th) was held and completed the first weekend in August. Two days of unprecedented heat and humidity did not deter 6,400+ riders and 1,800+ volunteers from carrying out their mission (and passion) in their cancer-fighting activities.

My conditioning was acceptable but not at the previous year’s levels, so Mother Nature’s blanket of warmth took a significant toll. This year’s “Ride for the Hoses” 98 degrees on Saturday and 96 on Sunday made this my most challenging PMC experience. I don’t think I could have done anything more to prepare for this oven venture. Nevertheless, we had a job to do, and we collectively got it done! 

This was the first “in-person” ride in 3 years and still, we had thousands of riders and volunteers all come together to pull the wagon in the same direction!  The route was still lined with fans and survivors from start to finish, inspiring us all to keep going.  In short, it still had its PMC MOJO!

Here is a “shortened” recap; I am actually writing up a longer version and want to include photos – stay tuned.

Day #1

Returning to in-person riding after two pandemic years was the good news and I started with the passion that accompanies every year. I had a plan – be patient, and take all the time I needed to survive the heat and humidity.

Did I ever feel strong? No! Was I going to accept the offer at mile 69 (the lunch stop) to get a ride to MMA (Mass Maritime Academy) – ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY NOT! 

The bad news is that when everything went south, I still had many miles to go. As the thermometer rose, my speed and my reserves dropped – and dropped – and dropped. I feel that the saving grace on this day (aside from the absolute angels who lined the route armed with hoses/water/ice) is that leading to the finish at mile 110, there are additional PMC rest stops located shorter distances between each and there was the opportunity to regroup. At each stop, riders scrambled for any semblance of shade; under a tree, up against a building, or in the crowded volunteer tents. God bless all the volunteers who worked their shifts during the day!! My objective was to make it from one stop to the next. Finally pulling into the finish at Massachusetts Maritime Academy, I thought, “Oh, I am so glad that’s over (for today that is) and now I have to go into pain relief and recovery mode in order to get ready for tomorrow and do it again”. I ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY was not going to quit on this day, and I will not quit tomorrow, … but I really could have used a whole lot less of the pain!

Day #2

Truth be told, yesterday’s post-ride attempts to recover … food, drink, and a solid night’s sleep (7:45pm bedtime) allowed me a minimal recovery… and today was only 80 miles in the same heat and humidity! A 5:15am start and a “cooling” (80+ degrees and quickly climbing) Cape Cod breeze might serve to mitigate the weekend blast furnace-like conditions. Well … that was the case a little bit … I guess. The damage inflicted by Saturday’s efforts became evident shortly after our trek along the canal. The elevation gain up to the Service Road led to a sluggish and depleted feeling. It was going to be an ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY long day. Stay focused, take my time, and DO NOT quit! Despite the well-positioned PMC stops, I needed to add a couple of extra ones over the last 20 miles in order to continue. 

The face of fatigue.

Crossing the finish line at the end of the PMC has always been an emotional moment for me. It is at that moment when I am overwhelmed by all my reasons for riding; my parents and all those on my helmet. This year those emotions were present but so too was the pain and my desire to get off my bike. 

A medical person approached and asked if I was okay, my guy response, “Yeah, I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?” She responded. 

My wife chimed in quickly, “You are as white as a ghost!” 

Medical person, “Why don’t I bring you to the medical area?” 

“I’ll be okay.” 

Wife, “Larry, you need to rest.” 

Larry’s brain, “I better accept this support.” 

Onto a wheelchair and into an AC area. Well, I am here writing this, so I survived.

Alright! No more whining. I felt compelled to chronicle the misery and passion of my PMC 2022 weekend for you because it might constitute a good story … I hope that you enjoyed it … but that’s enough of that! 

What I really need to write about is your ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY extraordinary support of the PMC. Your commitment continues to forge scientific breakthroughs that translate into new, promising therapies for patients and families around the world. I need to remind you that your willingness to open your wallet – in many cases, year after year – truly represents the best of human nature. The simple act of combining amazingly generous people with a guy on a bike brings us closer by the mile towards a future that is cancer-free, or quite manageable. 

I really hope that you experience that warm and tingly feeling in your chest that is earned every time we do something exceptionally meaningful – it is an ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY amazing feeling!

PMC 2022 Done!

Never too late, if you would like to help make a difference,
go to my PMC Profile page.

On behalf of all the patients, families, survivors, and volunteers who shared their individual stories THANK YOU!

Live Life with Passion!

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