Monday September 11

A somber day. As it rains outside and we send our workers home, I'm given the time to reflect on things. Of course there are the thoughts of the horrible attacks of five years ago...but also on that pain known as the MS150. These are good times actually. I took the weekend to push my body to the limit with two 75 mile rides, and I survived with out a single mishap. Well I was witness to a mishap or two, the most amusing being one of my ride partners missing the 75 mile turn off on Day 1, and instead finding himself out with the elite nut cases on the century ride. He pulled in hours later with an attitude that could've cooked a pig (the photo shows JD Long of Alberici on the left, our mistaken century rider Jack Scriber in the middle, and myself in the Maplewood Bicycle jersey). We all did well however, and had the time of our lives out on the roads in the country meeting all sorts of like minded people getting exercise and raising money for a good cause. In fact a few of them wore bicycle jersey's with the familiar name Nerinx emblazoned on the front. I found these nice girls and a Nerinx dad at a rest stop at the top of an impossible series of hills. Everyone there looked at everyone else as if they'd survived a natural disaster together, and coming out on the other end a miracle. The esprit de corps was apparent on everyone's faces. Happy trails!