I wore this pin on my jersey. The photo on the left is my Dad's younger brother, who just just recently lost his battle with diabetes. The photo on the right is my Mom's sister. She passed away 14 years ago, and she battled with diabetes for years. Neither of them saw their 55th birthdays, and they are both sorely missed by many people. Two lives cut short, partially due to diabetes.
The ride started a bit later than originally announced, and I never heard why there was a delay.
I met a couple of other people to ride with, and this is the three of us at one of the rest stops.
My helmet and gloves did their jobs. The foam on the interior of my helmet was cracked. The straps were bloody. I started to try to wash the blood out of my gloves, until I saw that they were ripped. I threw it all away. The day after the crash, I checked my bike computer to see what the maximum speed recorded was - thinking that would be what I was doing when I crashed. It was just over 30 mph. Too fast.
Here's what he and the regional manager sent me! A new helmet, new gloves, a water bottle, a dri-fit shirt (which was the right size!), and a card. This was so thoughtful! I love the card. Here's what the inside says.
I found this to be so encouraging.