The last time I wrote something and published it here was in June.  I’ve decided to make some changes here.  Up until June I have written something nearly every single day.  That’s a lot of writing in a year and a half.  I decided to take a break.  Exploring, documenting my life, my emotions and the evolution of my grieving process through writing has been immensely helpful.  I will write less often.  I will publish less often.  I think by writing less I can continue the self exploration and not be so boring to others. 

In June following AIDS LifeCycle I stopped writing.  At first I felt a bit guilty about it.  But after a few days I quickly let go of that.  I felt like whatever I wrote was monotonous; the same thing over and over.  I definitely needed a break. 

My summer has been somewhat busy; plenty of things to keep me active.  I continue to cycle.  Three days following ALC and my bike was shipped back to San Francisco I was back in the saddle.  Commuting to and from work is a round trip of 23 miles.  A more direct route would be much shorter but I prefer the longer quieter through-the-park-no-traffic route.  It’s those moments that nourish my soul.  I also cycle on weekends.  Those are typically much longer.  In mid summer I began training for a new challenge, the Double Bay Double; a two day bike ride at the end of September beginning in the SF Bay area riding to Monterey and returning.  It’s a total of 208 miles.  The riders of Double Bay Double will raise funds for the San Francisco AIDS Foundation.  In October I will ride in Foxy’s Fall Century which takes place in Davis CA, near Sacramento.  Foxy’s is not a fundraiser.  It’s a 100 mile ride just for fun.  I surprise myself when I think of what I have done, me the original couch potato.  I rode my bike to Los Angeles and continue to add mileage each day.  By year’s end I will have logged over six thousand miles. 

Each day brings new as well as familiar emotions.  Longing and loneliness seems to be chief among them.  There is indeed a huge hole in my life.  I have said this many times here as well as in person to my friends.  I long for that special person in my life; someone I can care about, someone with whom I can have a relationship.  After much time has passed I realize whatever relationship I may have it probably won’t look like what I’ve experienced for the past 36 years.  All I want is someone I can care about and give my love to.

Dating.  The word is fraught with various meanings; some banal, some deeply serious.  I probably fall somewhere in the middle.  Allow me to backtrack a bit.  During the course of being treated for prostate cancer I was injected every three to four months with a drug called Lupron.  The purpose of Lupron was to shut off the production of testosterone in my body.  The theory being testosterone is “food” for the cancer cells; cut off the food and the cancer dies.  That’s all fine.  It’s a standard treatment for prostate cancer.  I endured not only eight weeks of radiation treatments; the Lupron lasted two years.  Lupron and the lack of testosterone in my body produced some nasty side effects.  With a bone density scan it was discovered I had some bone density loss – osteopenia – precursor to osteoporosis.  I took Fosomax to combat that.  I had mood swings; some pretty severe emotional variations.  It was like being on a roller coaster.  I had hot flashes.  Oh god, the hot flashes!  It seemed like the hot flashes came almost nonstop.  I can truly commiserate with my female friends with that one.  Without testosterone I became sexually inactive.  I had no interest whatsoever in sex.  Perhaps that was a bit of a blessing in disguise.  I’d hate to think what it would be like while in deep grief AND being horny. 

The final Lupron injection was in November 2011.  After six or so months it was beginning to finally be flushed from my body.  I began to feel subtle changes as testosterone once again flooded my body.  I had more energy.  Emotions leveled out.  I began to feel amorous.  I felt normal!  I wanted to be sexual.  In this day and age that’s dealt with fairly easily.  I’ve had a few sexual encounters this summer.  They accomplished what was needed at the moment.  However it also re-emphasized to me how much I want to have an intimate relationship with someone I care about. 

So this brings me back to the topic of dating.  I have been on a few dates this summer; dinners, movies, theater, music.  I enjoy the dinners most I think.  Time spent together over food allows for much more conversation and time to get to know one another.  I feel that even if I don’t hit it off romantically with someone right away I will have made a new friend.

So my summer continues.  Although they still come, sad moments are less frequent.  I have various other new things and people in my life to focus on.  Of that I am glad.  I am content.  I was unable to say this six months ago; I am happy.

That’s all for now.  More later.




Week Eighty Two

Week Eighty Two

 Sunday, June 17, 2012……An enjoyable evening.  I went out for dinner with Paul and then on to Oakland for a show with Scissor Sisters.  What a show; a fun evening!  After the show we had a conversation.  Paul and I have decided that ours will be a non sexual, non romantic relationship.  I am grateful that we had an opportunity to have the conversation, be honest with one another and agree that our friendship is a lasting one.  I have learned friendships can be equally as intimate and fulfilling – sometimes more so – as a sexual relationship.  I am honored to call him my friend.

Wednesday the 20th…….It’s one of those days in which I feel my apartment is not exactly my home.  At the end of the day I feel I’m ready to leave work and go home.  The new place is still a bit alien to me.  I’m sure this feeling will pass.

Thursday the 21st…….Here’s something I’ve been thinking about since returning home from ALC.  One day during ALC week a man spoke at the evening announcements.  In his statement he spoke about courage.  As he spoke I became teary eyed and was on the verge of sobbing.  

He spoke about courage and the original meaning of the word.  Courage means telling one’s story with one’s whole heart.  I suddenly became full of tears; tears not of sadness but of warmth, community and joy. That moment will always live in my memory.  Hearing that and having my reaction to it I immediately thought of something that recently happened.

For nearly a year I have been training and building up to June 3rd 2012; emotionally, physically, and spiritually. The training included months of riding every weekend (as well as my commute to work), and much self examination as I continued to make my way through the grieving process after Randy’s death. Through cycling I also have connected with a spiritual world within myself of which I was previously unaware. When ALC Day 1 arrived I was confident and had no doubt that I would succeed at completing the challenge.

During this year I repeatedly heard others around me telling the reason of “why I ride.” From the point of my decision to sign up for ALC my reason for riding was an automatic one; riding to honor Randy’s memory and his community activism. But all along there was something in the back of my mind when I spoke about it. It somehow didn’t ring totally true. It was just a phrase I repeated.   It sounded hollow.  I felt like a fake.

Recently in the run up to the ride I was talking with my friend (this was his third ALC).  He has had some physical and health issues that has kept him out of several training rides. He was unsure about how much of the ride he would be able to complete.  We talked about it and we both agreed that he would ride as much as possible and however much that turned out to be would be just fine.  I then turned to him and said “Whatever you’re not able to complete I’ll ride your miles for you.”  It was at that moment it all made sense.  I knew in my heart the very reason of why I was embarking on this ride.  It all suddenly became very personal; both for Randy and my friend.  I felt eager to be on the road.  I knew that riding miles that others could not would be my contribution.  I suddenly felt fullness in my heart knowing that I was doing something very important.  Not only would riding from San Francisco to Los Angeles be a personal challenge it would be my gift to Randy, my friend, and many others who cannot ride. 

I have returned home and am still thinking about what my reaction has been. AIDS LifeCycle certainly was a once in a lifetime experience. As a first time rider, one thing that has occurred to me is that I will never again see it through “new” eyes. That’s not to say however that my future experiences will be diminished (I have already signed up for ALC 2013!).  I look forward to the training season and next year’s ALC!

That’s all for now.  More next time.



Week Eighty One

Week Eighty One

Sunday, June 10, 2012……In my motel in LA:  Staying for two days following the ALC ride.  I awoke very early this morning.  How wonderful to sleep on an actual mattress!  Turned on the TV news then fell asleep again until 8:30 AM.  I had a leisurely morning eating breakfast and simply lounging for a while.  Eventually I got dressed and made my way to West Hollywood to celebrate Gay Pride amongst the hoards of people.  Amazingly I ran into some SF people I know.  What a small world!  I also happened to meet some other ALC riders and enjoyed a chat with them.  I enjoyed the afternoon watching the parade and walking around the festival area taking in all the “sights.”

Wednesday the 13th…….I returned home from LA on Monday following my arrival there in ALC.  There is no doubt that what I experienced last week was unlike anything ever in my life.  I rode my bike nearly 550 miles from SF to LA.  Prior to the ride and even a year ago I felt confident and had no doubt that it was something I could accomplish.  I not only finished it but I did it with flying colors.  Yes, it was a personal challenge but additionally the whole idea of ALC is to raise funds to provide services for people with HIV/AIDS and raise awareness in the community for the same.  

So the question I pose to myself this week has been “Where does this leave me?”  The answer that I keep coming up with is something I’ve said several times before.  It deserves repeating.  I continue to see and realize – almost daily – there is a deep well of strength and confidence inside me.  I see this as an improvement.  I certainly feel my self esteem has skyrocketed compared to my past.  As I move through my daily life I often notice myself saying and doing things that conceivably might be construed as cocky or arrogant.  I hope that’s not what people see.  I’m still the soft loving person I always was.  I just feel more confident and less fearful of what people might think about me.

Friday the 15th…….While having my morning cup of joe at the coffee shop this morning, I became very teary eyed; not sure why.  But I do know when it began.  I was reading and listening to music when the tears started.  The passage in the book was telling about the love between a mother and son.  The story was eliciting images in my head.  The beauty of their love as it was described just turned on the eye faucets. 

It seems I’ve noticed of late that the emotions I experience are somehow different than a year ago; or even six months ago.  At least I’m experiencing them differently.  It seems while I was deep in the grieving process I was very attuned in the moment to the reason for each emotion as it crashed over me.  Nowadays even though I still have grief related emotions they come less often and are much less intense than before.  What I notice now is that I have “teary-eyed” moments.  It’s less easy to identify what the precise feelings are and the reason that triggers them.  So now I feel sometimes confused about it all.  I know, some would say that I’m over thinking it all and that’s probably true.  I have to remind myself to simply allow the feelings to move through me.

Saturday the 16th……OK, here I go with the biking metaphor again.  While riding my bike this morning with my friend I was climbing a hill.  Something occurred to me.  Thinking about something I’ve said many times to others re my approach to hill climbing.  “It’s just another hill.”  Instead of allowing my emotions to cloud my thinking and betray my body’s ability to perform the physical task of getting up the hills, I tell myself “It’s just another hill.”  It dawned on me this morning that perhaps the “it’s just another hill” metaphor can apply to my life as well.  It’s just another day.  I’ll get through it too!

That’s all for now.  More later.



Week Eighty

Week Eighty

Sunday, June 3, 2012……….Day 1 of ALC.  84.7 miles Avg Speed: 13 MPH

This morning began with an emotional opening ceremony at the Cow Palace.  At one point in the brief thirty minute ceremony there is a procession which includes a “riderless” bicycle.  The riderless bike represents people in the community who have died.  As the bike moves through the crowd of riders it also represents the community and the commitment and hope of the community for one day being an end to HIV/AIDS.  I was one of the people who brought in the riderless bike.  What an honor to be a part of my first AIDS LifeCycle.

The first day of riding was a good one.  I rode 84 miles through some of the most beautiful California countryside imaginable; including the coastline along Highway one.  At the end of the day a hot shower was a welcome thing.  Dinner and some announcements bookended the day.  I became emotional with tears during the program thinking about Randy and the work he did in the community.  I miss him.

Monday the 4th……. Day 2 of ALC.  47.8 miles Avg Speed: 12.3 MPH

Although this morning began as normal it ended ignobly.  Rain hit us midway on the route and the course was closed.  But let me backtrack.

I awoke at 4:30 AM my body feeling every mile of yesterday’s 84 miles.  Today I was to face 109.  Gear was stowed, breakfast devoured and I dressed ready to ride out.  My hope was to hit the road as early as possible at least by 6-6:30.  But with the activities of 2500 other cyclists dressing, stowing and breakfasting it took me until 7:30 to ride out.  Leaving from Santa Cruz we headed south past the Boardwalk and eventually onto Highway 1.  We passed through some of the most unbelievable agricultural/farming land I have ever seen.  Mile after mile of strawberry fields staggered my mind.  Interspersed among the strawberries were also artichoke fields.  Then the rain began. At first only a sprinkle it was tolerable.  Then the sprinkles became heavier.  No problem.  The miles fell by.  At one rest stop I quickly relieved myself, had a snack and continued even in the rain.  As long as I was moving I was keeping myself warm. I was determined to continue.  At the lunch stop however I was informed the route was closed.  It made sense.  The sprinkles had become a downpour.  ALC officials make the decision that it was too dangerous to continue.  I was quite disappointed.  I dejectedly parked my bike and found a shelter in which to huddle.  Under the tent were other cold shivering cyclists.  I too began to get cold and shiver.  As many others had Mylar blankets I did not.  The other people saw this and had me move into the middle of the crowd so I could benefit from the warmth of their bodies.  It did indeed help.  Food was passed around too and I had a bite to eat.  I was soaking wet but the warmth of the people around me kept me from shivering too much.  After standing for quite a while we received the message that we would be picked up and transported to the camp in King City.  However it would be a couple of hours until that could happen.  Ugh!  Surprisingly we soon were informed that we could move into the student center of the college across the street.  What a relief!  At last we could sit down and begin to dry off and get warm.  Once inside I continued to shiver and one young man seeing that gave up his Mylar blanket for me.  Bless his soul.  It made all the difference in the world.  After sitting, napping, shivering and drinking coffee, I was finally able to board the bus to our campsite in King City.  What a relief that was.  A shower, dry clothes and dinner made it all better for me and many others.

Tuesday the 5th……… Day 3 of ALC.  65.35 miles Avg Speed: 13.9 MPH  Max Speed: 37.4 MPH

Got up earlier today than yesterday.  Hoping to ride out earlier.  That strategy was successful.  I rode out at7:00 AM for our 65 mile day.  Early in the day was a hill to climb that is dubbed “Quadbuster.”   Yes it was a difficult climb but was not unlike several of the hills I’ve encountered in Marin County on the training rides earlier this year.

Again today I went through some of the most spectacular countryside I’ve ever seen.  Being on the bike and seeing things from that perspective allows me to see things in a totally different way than seeing from a car.  It actually brings everything closer.  I feel closer to my surroundings.  I feel this encompasses the spiritual part of my riding.  As I have moved through my recent past without Randy I find myself moving into a relationship with myself; one that I didn’t have before.  Part of learning about myself and developing that relationship is a spiritual one.  Some people might call it a religious revelation.  The peace and serenity that biking brings to me adds to that knowledge of my spiritual self.  Today was awe inspiring.  The totality of this ride challenge is beginning to set in.  I not only have friends from SF who are along on this trip but I am meeting so many other people – maybe only for a brief moment in time – who are friendly, open and giving people.  The people on this ride are an awesome bunch.  I’m proud to be a part of it.

I’m thinking of my friend T.J. this evening.  He received some sad news this afternoon about his father who lives in Massachusetts.  His father had a very serious life threatening accident.  It is not yet known if he will live.  Naturally I am concerned for my brother T.J. and his family.

Wednesday the 6th………. Day 4 of ALC.  97.6 miles Avg Speed: 13.2 MPH  Max Speed: 37.1 MPH

An emotional day for sure.  Riding out early at 6:40 AM since the mileage was so long; 97 miles.  In the morning along the way were two hills dubbed “The Evil Twins.”  At the top of the second “Twin” is the half way point to Los Angeles.  I have climbed many many hills in the Bay Area during training.  I have never failed to reach the top of any of them.  The scuttlebutt about the Evil Twins was that they are difficult climbing.  I’m here to say that those Twins aren’t so evil after all.  There’s a lot of hype about them.  The climbing is gentle and rolling.

At the top is a spot where everyone pauses to take photos.  As I reached the apex the view was revealed.  Today the weather was clear as a bell.  As I turned the corner I started to ball big tears.  I was literally overcome with emotion at the unbelievably beautiful place.  I could see for miles.  The Pacific Ocean – miles away – lay below.  In the far distance was Morrow Bay and the huge rock which lies just off the beach.  I could see it all.

My emotions I think were also related to the fact of thinking about what I’m doing here and have already accomplished thus far.  And of course I was emotional about what I was about to do – scatter Randy’s ashes at that spot.

I am so lucky.  My friend T.J. rode up the Twins with me.  He was with me as I gained the top.  What a good friend he is.  He’s a good man.  He and I took the requisite “Half Way to LA” photos and then proceeded to scatter not only Randy’s ashes but the ashes of several of T.J.’s friends.  Randy is in good company.  They all have an incomparable view.

After the top of the Twins we all proceeded down the hills through more beautiful countryside and finally to the ocean; Morrow Bay, Pismo Beach, Cayucos, San Luis Obispo, and finally into Santa Maria for our evening camp.

Throughout the day I spent my time and miles really paying attention to my body.  I stretched several times, kept myself well hydrated and fed my engine with plenty of fuel.  I was very pleased that I did so well.  This day is what Day 2 – Monday – should have been.  At the end of the day I dismounted my machine, walking to the tent area with a spring in my step and a huge grin on my face.  It was a good day.  I am such a lucky man to have this opportunity to share this experience with so many others.

Thursday the 7th……… Day 5 of ALC.  42.89 miles Avg Speed: 11.4 MPH  Max Speed: 35.4 MPH

At the end of this day after riding 42 miles I feel dog tired; even more so than yesterday and 97 miles.  There was quite a bit of tough climbing today that’s part of what has tired me.  Additionally I feel on the verge of having a “meltdown.”  There are pent-up emotions that need to be released.  The meltdown will come eventually.  I suppose this has been an emotional week.  On the one hand this has been the most fun I have ever had.  It’s an extraordinary experience.  The people, the cycling, the experience; it all comes together to strip me of defenses built up over many years.  In their place are raw emotions.  At one point I was speeding down a long hill reaching 35 mph.  Even though I was safe, that was a frightening thing.  After that descent I almost came to tears while riding at realizing my fright.  Since arriving in camp in Lompoc I’ve been tired and as I said needing to release the day’s emotions.  I’ll have a good cry later.  That will relieve me of the tension I feel.

Friday the 8th……… Day 6 of ALC.  86.7 miles Avg Speed: 12.4 MPH  Max Speed: 32 MPH

A grueling day.  As I pulled into bike parking at day’s end I simply lost it.  I cried like a baby.  I must have been a sight – pulling off my helmet, collecting my bottles, removing my gloves; all while the tears flowed down my cheeks.  It was very much what I needed.  The ride today was long at 86 miles; a grueling day that included at least two serious accidents, riding on the freeway at several points, and various hills to climb.  The tension and stress and emotions built up in my body deeded the release.  In addition to the tears, a hot shower and dinner was just what I needed as well.

This evening a candlelight vigil was held near our campsite on the beach.  After dinner and the evening announcements everyone took a candle lit it and walked the several yards to the sand; in silence.  Riders, roadies, and other family and friends numbering over 3000 formed a giant circle of candlelight in the warm evening air to remember and honor those who have died and those for whom we ride.  It was a powerfully simple act of love.  As we left the beach I scattered some of Randy’s ashes on the dunes.  What a beautiful place.

Saturday the 9th…….. Day 7 of ALC.  62.4 miles Avg Speed: 12.2 MPH  Max Speed: 31.3 MPH

Morning: Last day of riding.  Everyone anticipating the end of the week.  Some relieved; some happy; some sad.  Me?  Mixed emotions.  Knowing that this has been an amazing week.  This will be the one and only time that I am a first-time rider.  So my experience on this journey will have been unlike any other future involvement in ALC.  This has all been new and exciting.  I will savor and think of this week for the rest of my days.

Evening:  Upon my arrival at the VA Center in Los Angeles I was indeed emotional.  The first person I saw when I dismounted my bike was my tent mate.  He a one year veteran ride lent me his shoulder for my tears; his arms embracing me with comforting caring love.

From the midday lunch stop I was riding alongside my friend T.J.  He is a special man in my life.  We supported and comforted each other following Randy’s death.  I now consider him to be my best friend.  It was he who invited me oh so long ago to take a bike ride.  I feel if it weren’t for him I would not be here at this point.  I’m so grateful to know and have him in my life.

Together we rode into the VA Center.  People lined the streets cheering us long.  I was exciting.  That’s where the tears began.

After parking my bike I met my friend Michael who was visiting the LA area form hi home in Florida.  I was so happy to have another familiar face present.  Michael was one of Randy’s colleagues working together on may HIV/AIDS issues.  He and I have become fast friends.

After all the riders arrived and much hugging and meeting of family and friends there was a closing ceremony.  Speeches were made, acknowledging support roadies, riders, fundraisers and supporters.  That too caused the tears to flow.  Saying farewell to friends made on the ride was both gratifying and sad.  The community we built and experienced along the 545 miles has disbanded….until we ride again.

That’s all for now.  More later.



Week Seventy Nine

Week Seventy Nine,

Sunday, May 27, 2012…….Today has been a very relaxed day.  Yesterday I biked thirty miles in the City.  It was nice to have a short ride for a change.  After the bike ride I met my friend T.J. for a couple of beers and conversation.  It was good to hang out with him for a while. 

Today feels odd because I’m not biking anywhere.  Since next weekend is the beginning of ALC I’ll be resting all week allowing my body to recover from training and build strength for the ride. 

Monday the 28th……Memorial Day.  I’ve spent today doing absolutely nothing.  I did however begin packing my suitcase for ALC.

Thursday the 31st……This week has been very relaxed.  Even though ALC begins this weekend I am oddly serene.

Saturday the 2nd……..My day began early with eager anticipation.  Saturday prior to the beginning of AIDS LifeCycle is orientation day; or as its call Day 0.  But when I awoke and turned on my computer I received an email informing me of some extremely shocking news.  A very close friend died while on vacation.  I know he was traveling around the Southwest on his motorcycle; something he dearly loved.  

Tomorrow I will ride out beginning my trip to Los Angeles.  Today I’ve been emotional and on the edge.  Even without hearing of my friend’s death I would have been in an emotional state.  But this has put me very near tears all day.  As one friend said to me “Even more memories to fill your heart and legs this week…”

I will ride with the wind this week keeping Randy and Don in my heart.  When I am half way to Los Angeles I will be scattering some Randy’s ashes. 

A few days ago I said that I was feeling serene.  I am still relaxed and feel confident that I will be fine.  At the same time I am filled with emotions; emotions that I’ve experienced repeatedly in the past eighteen months.  Sadness, pain, anger, tears and yes joy and happiness.  They all are a part of me.  I embrace what comes. 

That’s all for now.  More later.



Week Seventy Eight

Week Seventy Eight

Sunday, May 20, 2012……Returned from the Jon Pon ride late this afternoon.  It was a wonderful weekend.  The ride was so much fun.  Riding along the Northern California coast is something everyone should experience.  The weather was perfect; no rain; almost no wind and sunny both days.  I enjoyed spending time with all the cyclists and support people.  I got a chance to experience what AIDS LifeCycle will be like from this weekend.

That was the high point of my weekend.  But now I’m feeling sick.  I have a cold.  I plan to stay home from work tomorrow.  I want to feel better very soon and I want to avoid spreading my illness to others. 

Wednesday the 23rd……I finally felt well enough today to return to work.  I spent both Monday and Tuesday sleeping and taking care of myself. 

Thursday the 24th…….I rode my bike to work today.  On my way home I did a bit of shopping for some final items that I’ll need for ALC.  It’s very close; only ten days away. 

Friday the 25th…….Something I’ve been thinking about for a while.  I’ve been riding for well over a year; almost eighteen months now.  As I ride more and more I’ve been paying more attention to how my body reacts and how I’m feeling while I ride.  This may sound strange.  I often feel free and as if I’m flying.  As I learn to relax while riding I find myself in a very serene place.  It’s almost spiritual.  Some people who are religious might call it a connection to God.  But I’m not a religious person.  So even though I call it spiritual it’s certainly a meditative state.  Whenever I’m not riding; at home, I often have waking dreams.  I see myself cycling and can feel my legs moving.  It’s an empowering feeling.  I feel strong.

That’s all for now.  More later.



Week Seventy Seven

Week Seventy Seven

Sunday, May 13, 2012……While riding this morning I happened to run into a friend on the bike path.  I chatted with him for a few minutes.  We talked about riding and the upcoming AIDS LifeCycle.  But mostly we chatted about our feelings on bike riding.  I told him that riding and being on the bike is something about which I am passionate and from which I get a great deal; physically, mentally and spiritually.  I said that I ride simply for the joy of it.  Then something came out of my mouth that floored me as I realized what I was saying; I said that ALC is like icing on the cake; it’s just extra.  Crazy huh. 

Wednesday the 16th……Today I wrote this:


Stress tension exertion

Dogs my body

What do I do with it

Self imposed expectations to be

The equal of others

Lead me to destructive forces

Realizations flood my

Brain my psyche

Relaxation of body

Mind and spirit will

Let it ebb from

My legs and arms

Excitement replaces the

Dark forces

Floating through space

Riding the waves of emotion

Serenity descends on my every fibre

Something is happening

Friday the 18th…..Tomorrow I ride the first of a two-day ride called the Jonathan Pon Memorial Ride.  Jonathan Pon was the founder of the Positive Pedalers; a group of HIV+ cyclers who came together in 1995 to support one another as they rode in AIDS LifeCycle.  During my training I’ve been cycling with the PosPeds folks. 

This weekend will be a ride from Mill Valley to Guerneville, spending the night (in a tent) and returning on Sunday.  Both routes will be 75 miles.  I’m looking forward to this weekend.  Spending time with my cycling friends will be such fun!

That’s all for now.  More later.