With the new year fast approaching, it is easy to look forward to all of the exciting things that will take place in 2011.
But it is worth mentioning that 2010 was certainly a good year. Matt and I got engaged and many of our friends celebrated their own weddings. Abby took a new job as the head coach for an awesome swim team and has managed to lead them to a top ranking so far this season. Matt, Abby, my mom and I successfully completed the 110 mile bike ride that is the Pan Mass and raised more than 20,000 dollars to fight cancer. Matt and I conquered Half Dome in Yosemite. And although the Red Sox didn’t have their best season, the Yankees weren’t able to defend their World Series title. I started my blog and was featured on Freshly Pressed! All in all, it was a good year.
I already have some good news for 2011 that concerns my employment. Unfortunately, I am not ready to make my announcement official (I know, the suspense is killing me too!). But in the spirit of things, I thought I would post this video that was featured on the Ellen Show earlier this year, celebrating her 1200th episode. Don’t get excited, I am not going to working for Ellen. But watching this made me realize, Ellen has the best job in the world. Not only because she is famous and probably she makes a lot of money (but let’s be honest, compared to Oprah, she is destitute), but because she truly loves what she does. I think we can all be inspired by her passion for life, her infectious laughter, and her killer dance moves.
2010 was a good one, but 2011 is certainly coming in strong…
We all made it across the finish line in Provincetown yesterday. The only problem we faced was my dead cell phone battery which prevented my regular blog posting. I had tried to send a final post yesterday just neorealism 12:30 when my mom and Terry crossed the finish line but I was faced with technical difficulties.
The weekend was a huge success with lots of smiles and a big sense of accomplishment. Together the 5 of us raised over 20,000 dollars and received support from over two hundred people.
I feel extremely lucky to have had the opportunity to complete the pmc 3 times. I certainly hope that I can continue to participate in the weekend for years to come.
Thank you to everyone who donated to my ride. A special thanks to my grandparents who supported all 3 of us and followed the ride the entire 191 miles through my blog! You can now sleep easy knowing we are save and sound!
After 4 hours of riding abby, Matt and I made it to provincetown. Today was hard. I was too tired to blog at the rest stop. I needed every spare moment to rest, eat popsicles, and fluffernutters.
My mom is still out of the road (don’t worry, we didn’t leave here that was the plan). Abby and I are going eat some food and meet her as she crosses the finishline. I am so proud of her and feel lucky to have had the opportunity to have to done this ride 3 times.
Thank you to everyone who donated to my ride. I couldn’t have done it without you.
We finished day one a few hours ago. While my body handled the ride ok, my phone couldn’t handle the over flow of blogs and it is now dead. Hopefully I can figure something out before tomorrow.
Thank you for the well wishes! Please keep them coming. They help when your muscles start to ache.
Ahh lunch. Never before has food tasted so glorious. I just stuffed my face with a sandwich, orange slices, a plum, popcorn and cookies. I am refueled and ready to go.
Abby suffered TWO flat tires and Terry, our family friend who is riding with us, broke his chain. But we all arrived to lunch in one piece.
Matts leg is holding up but he is complaining about the fact that I dropped him on the last stretch. Apparently you aren’t supposed to leave a man behind. He said he is now looking for a new fiancé along the ride. It sounds like his feelings are a little hurt…
40 more miles!
As it gets later, the streets become lined with more and more spectators. Some of them have family members riding, others live along the route and others have a more personal connection to the ride.
As we pedal along many people thank us for riding. During the last 17 miles, we rode by one man who said “thank you for riding. It is the money that you raise that saved my wife’s life this year.”
It is things like that that make the 190 miles seem easy.