Living with cancer: 804-mile cross-country bike-packing trip from Indiana to Florida – Seymour Tribune

There are days after I really feel like my 62-year-old physique is falling aside.

Except for having most cancers milling round in my prostate (entering into God solely is aware of what sort of mischief), my listening to is deteriorating. Final month, I received listening to aids. Two years in the past, a listening to specialist informed me I used to be actually too younger to be dropping my listening to, however certainly I used to be. After I informed him about bombing in Iraq, he mentioned that defined it.

At some point in June, I ordered stronger prescription glasses. Final fall, my left knee was scheduled for alternative, however I chickened out. My tooth will not be what they was once, they usually want a variety of therapy simply to maintain them. The screws within the plate in my collarbone protrude from the pores and skin and rub towards my backpack or shoulder harness in a automobile and annoy the hell out of me. Two chunks of shrapnel behind my head irritate me typically. My proper shoulder hasn’t been the identical since that bar battle in Thailand a few years in the past.

I’ll cease there. Most of you have got your personal checklist of illnesses. You understand the sensation.

More often than not, I handle the strain of labor and on a regular basis life comparatively nicely. However I’m a pure worrier. Worries about funds, youngsters and household, bureaucratic injustices and different nagging issues ratchet up the poisonous stress that threaten my psychological and bodily well being. Each day train, respiratory methods, gratitude diary and different stress administration instruments assist. However a number of instances a month, the anxiousness reaches unhealthy ranges.

So every year, I take a cross-country bike-packing journey to reboot. I must step exterior my routine and problem my thoughts and broken-down physique.

In 2020, I made a decision to trip 650 miles throughout Florida. Having by no means ridden a motorcycle greater than 12 miles at anyone time, I used to be not solely certain I might do it. However I cobbled collectively 30-, 40- and 50-mile days to finish the journey.

In 2021, I rode 750 miles from the Florida Panhandle to Louisiana and again. This yr, I made a decision to test a field off of my bucket checklist and peddle from my former residence in Indiana to my present residence in Florida.

Lengthy, arduous biking journeys like this problem me, get me off of the couch and ship me into the lap of nature — open air uncovered to thunderstorms, bugs, morning darkness and the punishing noon warmth and humidity — and remind me I’m nonetheless wholesome sufficient for another lengthy journey, that I’m nonetheless alive, that the nursing residence can wait. These journeys push my physique to the restrict and clear my head.

I used to be by no means certain I might full this yr’s journey. Many issues scared me. The warmth, my weight and poor bodily form, the space, however most of all, the foothills and mountains of Kentucky, Tennessee and Alabama. I had by no means confronted any problem like this, and I used to be beneath time constraints. I needed to be on a airplane certain for Honduras no later than July 31.

I left my cousin’s home close to Bloomington on July 5 and peddled up and down the rolling hills to Nashville. This primary leg was brutal. I used to be off form and had by no means traversed hills like this earlier than. I visited with household in Nashville, had Lucy (my bike) tuned up and left for Jackson County two days later. This leg was enjoyable however simply as arduous. I visited family and friends that day and hoped to spend another day visiting extra pals. However the meteorologists had conspired towards me.

On the final minute the subsequent morning, I noticed a really small window within the forecast to trip to Corydon and keep away from many of the rain. Lucy and I made nice progress the primary hour, however as quickly as we hit the large hill getting into Washington County, the thunderstorms unleashed their fury. For the subsequent 5 hours, torrential downpours pounded me. Simply as I used to be getting into Corydon, the rain let up. However Lucy’s entrance tire hit a slick, diagonal railroad monitor, and he or she bucked me off, tossing this previous physique onto the blacktop and cracking just a few ribs.

Any sane bicycle owner at my age would have given up at that time. However I took a rain day to relaxation up, dry out and peddled on within the path of Elizabethtown, Kentucky. Once I crossed the Ohio River, I knew I had completed one thing significant. Now, I simply needed to take it at some point at a time.

The hills grew harder each couple of days. Pushing Lucy and her 35-pound saddlebags up 1-mile and 2-mile hills turned routine.

The temperature grew extra intense as weathermen and ladies issued warmth advisories nearly on daily basis. They warned to remain indoors after early morning. A number of days, the mercury reached 90 or 91 earlier than I arrived at my motel. At some point, after a 2-mile mountain and numerous, grueling hills and about 6 miles right into a 7½-mile leg, I received sick. I assumed I’d move out. Irrespective of how a lot I rested or how a lot water I drank, I couldn’t shake the sensation. Generally, the space between breaks could be 1 mile, at different instances only one block.

The ribs grew worse, too. The frayed nerves at damaged ends popped and rubbed towards one another, sending warning alerts of ache and discomfort after I pushed Lucy or breathed arduous, which was all the time. Once I sneezed or coughed, it felt like my chest exploded.

But, I stored going. I adjusted my eating regimen, began consuming extra fruit and fewer junk and instantly, I discovered a slight power reserve and my weight started to drop. 5 kilos or 10 kilos could make a giant distinction.

Not as soon as did I take into consideration giving up. Not even after I turned sick and felt like fainting did I take into account falling by the wayside. Not as a result of I’m robust. I’m not. Not essentially as a result of I’m decided. I’m. However as a result of I’m cussed. Extraordinarily cussed. Simply ask my spouse.

Years in the past after I realized insurgents had positioned a $5,000 value on my head in Iraq, I remained within the nation out of sheer stubbornness. When the priced doubled to $10,000 a month later, stubbornness drove my determination to remain. A number of years later, I used to be working in Pakistan and articles started surfacing within the Urdu newspapers stating the Taliban had been focusing on my work colleagues and me. My pals left, however I dug in my heals.

When males dressed just like the Taliban assassinated a good friend of mine one block away, I nonetheless refused to go away. Even when the media produced 135 newspaper articles, TV speak exhibits and different digital information in 4 languages about me, threatening my security, my refusal to stop the nation was rooted in pigheadedness.

Had it not been for an order from U.S. Ambassador to Pakistan Anne Patterson that I not return from depart in Paris — as a result of she couldn’t guarantee my security — I’d have stayed even longer.

Outdated coots like me don’t give up simply when challenged. I’ve walked away lots, don’t get me mistaken. However on my phrases, often after I was fed up with some untenable circumstance or within the face of nonsense or when anger received one of the best of me.

This 804-mile journey throughout 5 states, nonetheless, didn’t attain any of these thresholds. In reality, regardless of the bodily and psychological challenges, the rewards nicely outpaced the setbacks.

I noticed among the most stunning farms, fields, pastures, hills, forests, ponds, lakes, rivers and streams that the USA has to supply. I encountered dozens of sort, caring and attention-grabbing human beings. I watched attention-grabbing behaviors of bulls, cattle, goats, donkeys and horses. At one farm, a bull started operating alongside me with two dozen cows and calves trotting behind as if I used to be going to feed all of them. Horses and donkeys nearly all the time stopped grazing to observe me. One calf got here proper as much as the fence vying for my consideration.

I noticed stunning birds, deer, foxes and different wildlife. I rescued a turtle on the freeway in Alabama.

One daughter informed me my writing was therapeutic for me, and he or she was proper. I write the weblog for readers, for household and pals and to chronicle my journey. Think about how attention-grabbing these paragraphs and images will likely be to grandchildren and their offspring in 50 or 100 years. I’d like to learn a journal masking 24 days within the lifetime of my grandfather or great-grandmother.

A number of individuals have requested me if I really feel a way of accomplishment now that I’ve accomplished this yr’s journey: 5 states and 804 miles in 24 days. Sure, in fact, overcoming all of those challenges and reaching targets, staying on schedule, create which means, achievement, a victory of kinds.

Though, certainly, my physique is deteriorating, it’s not fairly shot. I’m not useless. I’m nonetheless right here. Nonetheless kicking. Nonetheless peddling.

We’ll see what subsequent yr brings.

Learn the whole 800-mile journey weblog at marvingray.org.

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