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8/3/2021 0 Comments

do You Feel Lucky?

Sometimes I stare at myself and think how ONLY 1 YEAR AGO I was sporting just milometers of hair and now have this mop.  Am I fortunate? Am I a lucky one? Did I get a "good" cancer? I guess it depends on your thoughts of cancer in general.  There are many variables that an individual's diagnosis should never be compared to another.

Every cancer diagnosis sucks.

Every cancer diagnosis can end in death.

Every battle varies. Individuals attack it in many ways from treatments available and with varied mental strategies. So much is dependent on the timing it was discovered. You can't necessarily fight what you can't see or feel or know. You can try to avoid but not actively fight. (this is my opinion)

That is why it is SO IMPORTANT to know your body and NOT be afraid or hesitant to go to the doctor and express your concerns. The weapons used to combat cancer have evolved so much. You can't use them if you avoid the diagnosis -avoid the doctor - in the first place.

I think how easy it could have come out differently for me. If I had waited another week or worse yet waited until my next mammogram. For several weeks I knew and yet was scared to call. If any luck was involved, it was in overhearing a conversation at work that finally spurred me to call and make an appointment back in September 2019.


So . . . Here I am in green, with this mop of wet hair. Feeling lucky that Pink Gravel was asked to work SAG for this event in two weeks.

Yeah. . . I took the long way to get here. *wink*

#cancersucks
#pinkgravel
#TeamAmy
#positivevibing 
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7/10/2021 0 Comments

HaIR

Funny how we get so worked up about hair. And more so when facing chemo. While inside it indeed bothered me, it gave me an opportunity to do things I wouldn't with my old hair or hair in general. I had fun with it and even miss my bald head.
I haven't cut my hair since the last chrome dome buzz on May 4th 2020. I think the curl growth is winding down now. More seems to be straight, I'm hoping some waves stay at least as I am ready to loose this curly mullet.
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6/6/2021 0 Comments

UNFINISHED Unbound Business

THIS PAST WEEKEND my lottery ticket entry into 2020's Unbound 100 mile event was cashed in 2021.

I am sad to report I did not make the checkpoint cutoff time on the 100 mile Unbound course in order to continue on.  My 54.8 miles took me over 5.5 hours to complete.  Race started at 7am, cut off was 12:30pm with cut off departure at 1pm.  I didn't get there till after 1pm.

The Unbound finish line in Emporia, Ks is in itself one of the reasons I love this specific race. There is something about that final stretch that is rewarding and makes the miles worth it.  I sit here feeling disappointed and incomplete for not having that experience this year.  To the point it is like I wasn't even there.  I came home without a finishers cup or sticker.  I just have a dirty bike, a sunburn, crap to put away and sore lady parts.

MY RIDE: The first 33 miles was fast (for me).  It was tough but I felt good.  I had plenty of time to get the next 21 miles to reach the checkpoint with time to spare.  Then mile 38 came.  I had a known bike issue looked at prior to the event but not the time to get it repaired.  When shifting from low to high gear in front, I had to make sure I was in the lower 4 gears in back to shift to front big ring or it would push the chain off and onto my right peddle.  Beginning at mile 38 I had this happen twice at bad times causing me to lose a good roll up the next hill.  I'd have to stop, put the chain back on, then muscle up the incline from a dead stop.

With 15 miles to go, I found I was out of water.  I had a chance to snag some a couple miles prior but thought I still had a full bottle under my seat only to realize when I went for it, the bottle was empty.  I had already swapped it out.  No water made it difficult to want to eat my dry bars which in turn made it difficult to climb.  Shade was scarce during whole course, so the sun was taking its toll on me as well.  Slowly the cutoff time cushion evaporated.

I realized I was not going to make it with 8-9 miles to go.

I was pissed. I let myself down. I walked 3, maybe 4 hills in those last miles, I don't remember as I was cussing under my breath and holding back tears because it didn't matter anymore.  I was done after I reached CG. Fifty four point eight (54.8) miles for nothing is all I was thinking then.  Honestly, I still feel that way a bit now.  Trying not to dwell.  But my personal competitive seed is going nuts over this failed finish.

MY POSITIVE TAKE: Aside from the shortcoming at Unbound 2021, I still rode 54.8 miles on THE most technical gravel I have ever ridden/seen.  I can't believe this was the exact same 100 mile route I had ridden and completed  in the same event in 2019 (Back then it was known as the DK).  But as anyone knows, gravel roads never stay the same. My 2015 Bombpop Blue Fargo and I climbed and descended some pretty sketchy shit. Grated roads, washed outs, new sharp gravel chunks, even some thick pebble like stuff (what I call Nebraska gravel) several sections were so "new" the only line to ride was a 6 inch wide rut on the far left or right of the gravel road.  These are things normally freak me out, but I rode successfully that day.  I was so glad I had recently put new Teravail Sparwood tires on the week before as my previous tires would have been toast under these road conditions. . . even tubeless. 

Also, this was the first time I brought kids to a race I was riding.  The kids got to see me start a race and sorta end a race.  It was cool to see them all in the bright pink Pink Gravel event tees with the Pink Gravel flag waving tall.  My crew was waiting with hugs, smiles AND water.  There were five in our group that Pink Gravel supported that day for the 100 mile course.  At the checkpoint, I was rejoined by another from our group.  Due to lack of room in the Pink Gravel SAG van, she and I grabbed a cooler of water and beer and sat under a tree to watch the 200 mile riders blast through as we waited for our ride to return from dropping the crew off back in Emporia.  It took my mind off of what I was missing in downtown Emporia at least for awhile.

Once I got back to the camper, my daughters left, my husband returned from his finish, we ate dinner and were asleep by 8:30pm.  I was too tired to venture back downtown.  Though, I admit, I regret not making more of an effort to go.  I guess I also got caught up in my personal disappointment.  

Prior to June 5, 2021, I had decided this was going to be my last 100 mile race.  It would have been my 3rd attempted and third finish for 100 miles.  I was gonna stick with shorter distances for good.   

Well. . .  I just can't let it end like this.  I now have unfinished Unbound business.

Gonna play that Unbound Lottery one more time.  


Ps.  I want to thank my friends, Mark and Renee, for allowing Pink Gravel to be apart of their expo tent on Friday.  I am honored that they invite Pink Gravel to be apart of the Pony Express Gravel Dash held in September by being SAG hosts.  This will be the 8th year for the event.  Find a registration link to their event on the "FIND US HERE" tab.
Lining up for the 7AM roll out for the 100s.
Here I go!
33 miles into the course. This was the nice gravel.
This was the not so nice gravel and was the surface for several miles.
My Pink Gravel SAG Crew.
Nice dirt lines but still a thumbs down for missing time.
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5/4/2021 0 Comments

dig deep

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What began in October 2019 was completed one year ago on May 4, 2020.   

That period of time involved mammogram, sonogram, a biopsy, cancer confirmation, waiting on BRCA results, another mammogram, waiting on MammaPrint results, surgery, waiting to heal, surgery - port placement, waiting to heal, 3 months with chemo, Covid-19 restrictions, radiation everyday for 4 weeks, grow some hair out to finally have the port removed this past February of 2021.   Whew, say that with one breath! 

I don't think of myself as a "tough person".  I really don't like pain.  My parents will tell you I can be stubborn which I suppose could be interpreted as tough.   But deep inside lies an overactive mind full of what if "insert worse case scenario here".  I have always been like that; just maybe not as vocal about my "worst case scenario" thoughts as I am now.   So if I am being honest with myself, I am very surprised I didn't get sucked into a depression during my cancer experience.  I had moments of course, but nothing that lasted over 24 hrs.  Friends, family and maybe even you have expressed to me how strong I have been and inspiring.  Which is somewhat uncomfortable for me to hear as I wasn't going for that necessarily.  I just wanted to get through it for my family, friends, myself and survive.  But the support received from sharing this experience enabled me to dig deeper and avoid dwelling on those "what if" thoughts.  I was able to continue forward and spot the positive, laugh at my predicament, and find the energy to keep going with a smile - most of the time *wink*.  With the support, I knew I was going to be ok.

Today, it seems fitting that upon this anniversary, I find myself needing to dig deep yet again to contain post cancer anxiety sprinkled with panic attacks that appeared out of no where.  I don't know what caused it to appear now . . . the cancer experience, the year 2020,  or the vaccine shot or maybe I was just predestined to go thru this at 46 yrs old.  

Just another one of life's challenges that requires a bigger shovel.   #positivevibing 
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4/10/2021 0 Comments

Where the wind blows

 At the inaugural Flint Hills Gravel Ride out of Americus, Ks, that is where!

NOTES AND TIPS:

1. DO NOT SCHEDULE A J&J COVID VACCINE SHOT the Wednesday afternoon of a Saturday morning gravel event. After spending all day Thursday in bed with headache, achy joints, fatigue, fever, chills and zero appetite, a Saturday morning ride like this is too soon. Friday I still had headache, little appetite, slight nausea but functionable. By Saturday, I had a slight headache that FINALY responded to Tylenol and was eating carefully as to not upset stomach. SO yeah, I had a moment about 7-8 miles in I got lightheaded, blurry vision, lungs hurt, chest tight, nervous I was gonna pass out or have a heart attack. Maybe it was Jon's magic hugs, but after several minutes, I finally got to a point I was able to ride...at least get to checkpoint and then decide to press on.

2. DON'T TAKE COMMENTS FROM THE COURSE CREW AS CHALLANGES. I rolled up to a turn with people off their bikes looking down a stretch. While I saw a line I could ride, it was pretty muddy. But should I? Maybe just walk it all...till someone says, "With those tires you may make it if you navigate correctly". Challenge accepted. I went maybe 150 yards when I thought I was a few feet from what was solid and no. Back wheel locked in mud. Had to scrape just to get it to turn for walking as it was too heavy to carry now.

3. THE HAPPY GEAR IS KEY TO ANY FINISH. Something Jon told me about way back. Just find the happy gear in the situation you are in and go with it. Even if it is at a crawl, I will find a happy gear to get thru wind, a long climb, or long straight. Happy gear may be fast in one section and slow later.

4. THE FLINT HILLS NATURE TRAIL IS GREAT FOR BIKE RIDES. The stretch we rode into the checkpoint was a joy after what we had just been thru with the wind. Reminds me how I need to take advantage of the FHNT more often.

5. ANY ROUTE CREATED BY ANYONE NAMED BOBBY, WILL 90% OF THE TIME HAVE A HIKE A BIKE SECTION OF SOME SORT. While we were told there would not be more than a mile (at a time) of muddy roads, there are still muddy roads/sections. Being I did the 34miler, we really only saw 1 mile of actual hike a bike and then a 10 to 20yd spots of mud not too terrible to ride thru. I hear the 80milers had a bit more.

5. THE WIND IS ALWAYS BLOWING THE WRONG WAY. Wind will suck the life out of you when riding toward it; try to steer you off your line when blowing crossways; and create your personal sauna when at your back. Sure you can ride faster with it at tor back, but if the sun is out, you will cook while doing it. . . So best just not have 15 to 20 mph winds. 2 to 4 mph would do.

6. THE FINISH IS NEVER DISAPPOINTING. It does not matter what kind of finish line is set up. . .just finishing an event is a personal achievement and feels good. I have only quit once and if I had only finished, I'd had placed. I just need better skills to get my shit together on my own so as to not worry Jon or slow down someone else's progress. (OR maybe not get a damn vaccine known to make you ill 48 hours before a ride.)
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Anyway, it was really good to be back among my gravel peeps for my first in person gravel event of the year! Nice to have a new awesome event so close to home too.
#pinkgravel
#windsucksandblows
#flinthillsgravelride
#bikegoodr
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4/7/2021 1 Comment

It's a club, within a club


So, just before Easter, I received a message from a Pink Gravel follower.   She informed me that she is a "late-to-the-party" cyclist, but loves road and gravel.  It was because of her love for her gravel community, she found Pink Gravel.  I am going to refer to her endearingly as Mrs. LTTP (Late-to-the-party).  For the record I am 46, so I think I fit into that category too. 

In Mrs. LTTP's message, she informed me that she has just begun her journey with breast cancer and is hoping she will be able to approach it with the same humor and grace that I displayed.  Mrs. LTTP was still in the discovery phase and just starting to have the hard conversations with family members about her diagnosis.  Mrs. LTTP thanked me for being here.  Her words warmed my heart.

It is odd how I now feel an instant connection to other breast cancer warriors.  You hear the jokes; but seriously, It is a club.  The club dues are freak'n high; but if have been diagnosed and are willing to look for us "cancer club members", you will open the door to a whole new world of instant friends.  It is a bit amazing considering the cost.  

And that is where Pink Gravel comes in.  I believe a HUGE part of my coping with cancer was through sharing.  Of course I could talk to anyone and/or post it all on FB but I also wanted to respect the fact not everyone is interested or maybe they have their own stuff going on.  I suppose traditional support groups would have fill this space. 

But guess what?  COVID is what. 

The one group I could find in my area that meets once a month, was not meeting.  But, you know who was?  Gravel cyclists.  Now, granted, I wasn't riding because of being physically drained from cancer treatments, but I was able to fill a water bottle, hand out some snacks and hold a bike while a rider pees in the trees.   So I pushed out Pink Gravel to the public and began a new cancer support group of one.  Since then I have been looking for others to join me and join in my support of others.

I want to thank all of you out there who take the time to read the blogs, who support Pink Gravel by liking the social media pages, who share this website, who wear or display Pink Gravel swag, who attend our events and those who welcome or advertise Pink Gravel at your events.  It is SO APPRECIATED!   It was because of you that Pink Gravel was on a Girls Gone Gravel Podcast!  How cool is that?!?!

So please know your actions help others, help people like me - like Mrs. LTTP - find some additional support within the gravel community that they may not have in their local area.

And you know. . . It's a gravel club within the cancer club. 
I would even say it is a cooler club -  because you don't have to get cancer to be in it. :)  #pinkgravel  #cancersucks  
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3/12/2021 0 Comments

the crazy shit I do for fun

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It wasn't pretty and took FOREVER but I got all my Mid South miles in today.

​Two miles in, I was thinking how stupid it was for me to do this and how I could get out of it.  I have just not ridden much gravel lately.  And. . . I am out of shape sporting 25 extra cancer pounds  One and a half years ago, I could do this in miles 3.5 to 4 hrs.  Today, it took me 8 freaking hours to ride 54 miles!

Sure, I could blame it on the temperature as it was chilly in the mid forties.  I could blame it on the 15 to 20 mph winds.  I could blame it on the rain . . .that was falling. . . yeah yeah.  But, I have to own up and say, this is on me and lack of preparation.
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Top picture is me at mile 36ish. I was not happy and just shed some tears at my predicament.  While most roads were great, this mile was an exception.  It got to where I had to stop and walk to the upcoming turn to confirm first that the time spent to  clean off the mud would not be done a second time.  And so I could continue to ride without worry of breaking something.   As I got back on and rode on, the mud and rock still stuck on the tires flew off like shrapnel.  My face was in the line of fire and I had nothing else to do but keep rolling to get all that mud off.

This is also when my brain decided when my Garmin rolls 50 miles, I'm done.  That is IT! Not a mile more.  I would just tell Jon that he can ride ahead and come back and get me.

As luck would have it about mile 45, I told Jon to go on without me.  I would be stopping as soon as I hit 50 miles.  Just as he took off, over the next hill, was an awesome set of rollers and packed gravel.  It was a perfect reward to what the last 10 miles had given me.  As my Garmin showed 50, I was still in a nice 20mph+ roll.  So I kept going.  A good friend that always seems to be around when I decide to do these crazy things with Jon, Mark, drove up and asked if I was done.  In that conversation, Mark said there was only 1.5 miles left.  That was it.  I had to keep peddling on.  So. . .

I DID IT!  I had all the excuses to get out of it or cut it short and bail, but I didn't.  I sit here extremely sore, exhausted and very relieved to be done.  I now am proud of my 8  hours because I now have zero regrets.

PS...Jon again was a trooper.  I am very thankful for his patience to continue to let me do this crazy shit for fun.
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2/9/2021 0 Comments

Alpha and omega

Today was "port cath removal day".  On Feb. 20, 2020, almost 1 year to the day that it had been installed.

It is hard to believe it has been a year and oh, what a fun a year it was (that is sarcasm).   

I have heard from other cancer survivors it can be an emotional event and that held true for me.  A significant piece of my cancer journey was on its way out.   The port cath installation signified the beginning of treatments; today's procedure signifies the end.  I do have a maintenance  pill to take daily for several years but the hardest part of that is to not drop it in the sink or floor.

I stated often to family prior to today how the surgeon had to put me under to install the port cath; but, to remove it, I am awake and just laying there in chair.  The thought of being awake totally wigs me out.  I kept envisioning him pulling a slippery worm out of the dirt only the worm was the port & dirt was my skin. 

Needless to say, it wasn't like that at all - not even a slippery slithery noise was heard as it was pulled out.  I was fully numb and really did not feel much other than a little tug.  The procedure took a full 30 minutes.  I learned today the worry I carried the past year about it moving around was all for naught; as now I find out it was stitched into position.   I was vocal about being scared and I kept waiting for that moment "it hurt".  It never happened but then I had my mom holding my hand.  Yes, yes.  I am 46 years old and still need my Mom.   She is a survivor and a pretty tough woman so I knew she could get me through this.  And . . . my Mom gets a kick out of medical procedures.  So to watch one up close and personal was my gift to her.   Not sure the surgeon appreciated how intently she watched but it did assured for a nice stitch up job.  LMAO

Going in, I had intended to take my port cath home with me.  I mean, I did pay for it.  I was going to put it in a jar and maybe break it out at Halloween parties. 

But I didn't.   Just shed a few more tears, I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts and left.

Bye little guy.  Thanks for job you played in saving my life.

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1/26/2021 0 Comments

share your story WITH US

Because no two cancer experiences are the same, I am asking fellow cancer warriors and survivors following Pink Gravel to please speak up and respond to the following questions.  If you know someone that may be interested in sharing as well, please share this post with them.  I hope to collect several  and post to this Pink Gravel Blog page and Facebook page in the next few weeks.  First names will only be used if used at all.

Pink Gravel is giving you an opportunity to share a little bit about your cancer story on our platform.  These stories will also provide a resource for those looking for ideas on how to help themselves or help support someone they know going through treatments.
  1. What type of cancer?
  2. Summary of your treatment?
  3. what were notable side effects or changes?
  4. Name three to five must have items that you kept in your arsenal for comfort.
  5. Favorite item or gift purchased or received as gift?
  6. Anything you want to add? Tips, tricks, or favorite motivational sayings?
 
Send a direct message to the Pink Gravel Facebook page, comment to this blog or if you prefer, send an email to pinkgravelrider@gmail.com  with your answers.
 
If you need a little help, here are my answers:
  1. Breast Cancer
  2. Lumpectomy plus nodes, Chemotherapy, Radiation & pill.
  3. Mouth sores, hair loss, hip and back pain, fatigue, rashes, thinning fingernails and hot flashes, lots of hot flashes.
  4. Medicated mouthwash & lozenges, hydrocortisone cream, aloe vera and plastic water bottle.
  5. This is tough as I received a few cool things, but the one that sticks out is a black & purple swirl head buff that came in a box of other goodies.  It had a cool soft feel, and I wore it on my bald head at night.
  6. I will skip this question but please add to your story 
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1/19/2021 0 Comments

Bubble Busted, again?!?

  So if you saw the nice write up that my husband sent to The Mid South folks about how disappointed I was to miss the 2020 race due to chemo treatments a few days back; you will understand why I felt my bubble bust yet again.  (BTW, The Mid South was formerly the Land Run 100 and it is a gravel race that has been held annually for several years out of Stillwater, OK.  It is one of the premier gravel events of the season.  I attended my first 2 years ago and have been hankering to go back ever since).

Below is my comment to Bobby Wintle's follow up video explaining the announcement further about how The Mid South was for 2021 becoming "The Incredibly Socially Distanced Mid South"  For the safety of riders and the community, they decided to change up the event and ask those registered to ride their miles from home or a route that one of 8 area bike shops create.  I totally understand why and probably the best move, but doesn't mean I have to be happy about it.  

Anyway, here is my comment to their video post:
I will not lie, the email I received this morning dropped on me like bomb. (just ask my husband; I think I scared him ha!) If you had seen me, you would have thought I found out I have cancer. . . again. Yes, I was that distraught over this silly little event. It has taken some tears and time to fully digest and come to grips with this development.  For personal reasons, like others as I am sure I am not the only one, attending THIS YEARS The Mid South event marked a mile stone for me. This was THE gravel event, I was MOST excited for since being told not to attend last years.  I was so relieved when the deferrals were given for 2021. This morning, I was sad to see it semi-disappear.  It took about 5.5 hours from first reading the news and an order of Dairy Queen cheese curds but I think I am ok now. I will survive - we all will survive - again as Covid KO's beloved event. 

At this moment, I don't know where I will ride out of but I WILL RIDE my 50 miles somewhere that weekend. I encourage others to do the same and not turn to a complete sour grape as I almost did. And just so you are aware The Mid South - whether I am fortunate enough to catch Randy Randomizer eye(s) or not next year, I am getting a dang hug in 2022.    

​PS. . . I appreciate the video follow up. worth the effort as it helped ease the pain. #positivevibing #pinkgravel #pinklemonade


The Mid South replies:
Hey Amy, I know how much you wanted this.  Needed it.  That's what made this such a hard decisions.  I want to commend you for your outlook.  It shows how strong you really are.  Out of all the people who could be cross about this decision, I know you'd be justified.  Good on you for processing it and sharing it out.  Please, please stay committed to your ride.  Share it with us, but do it for you!  I know this isn't our first choice, but I can say it's going to make cheering you into the finish line in 2022 that much more meaningful!  Pack the cheese curds!

I share this because sometimes things don't go exactly how we plan or expect them too.  No one plans to get cancer, but it happens and you have to just find a way to get

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    I am just a 40 something married lady with kids who likes to ride gravel when life lets me.   Just so happens I was called into the Cancer Club on October 31, 2019.  Fought my fight with surgery, chemo, radiation, friends, family and lots of dark humor.   I find sharing my experience helps me.  Maybe it can help you.

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