8 has always been my lucky number so this is bound to be the best year yet... do I say that every year or what?
8 years ago I set on on this journey all because of my buddy Steve Sailing, in sneakers (#TeamSneaks!), knowing nothing about riding a bycicle except how to stay upright. Fast forward 8 years later, I still sit on my bike for the first time all year 5am Friday morning at Boston College. I still bank on the addrenaline to outweigh the need for butt butter, an ice bath, and a 24 hour night sleep. I still get just as excited as I did the first year, the second year, the third year... the eighth year. Each year this ride finds a little special place in my heart; each year being different, a bit more emotional, reuniting more pALS, and my heart explodes. every. single. freakin' year.
10 years since my dad passed on the torch to #TeamMooch to fight for him and everyone in this amazing community. As much as I love this ride, the people, the cause, the journey and the pickles... enough is enough. This year we take on the trek with a little more fire. More fight. Because each day without a treatment or a cure, we lose our family members; our dads, our sisters, our aunts, cousins and best friends. Enough is enough.
This year is the year we come together tighter than ever to fight. We come together to ride and promote. But most importantly we come to raise as much money as we can to fund our friends at TDI to help our pALS and future pALS. Enough is enough.
Join me, #TeamMooch, and the entire Tri State Trek family this year in the fight of our lives for the lives of those with ALS.