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2004 marks a milestone for the PMC - its 25th year. It's changed quite a bit since its beginning in 1980, when 36 riders raised $10,200. This year, some 4200 riders started from two start points - the traditional Sturbridge start, and the newer Wellesley start. Women now comprise nearly one third of the riders. Riders came from as far away as Europe, Hong Kong, and Alaska, including 26 from California. Supporting the 4200 riders were some 2200 volunteers.
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A Rough StartI did not manage to get much sleep Friday night for various reasons, including jet lag - we had arrived in Boston on Thursday night. My hotel roomies and I awoke at 4:15 Saturday morning, and I went right to breakfast. On the plus side, there was not a cloud in the sky, and it was dry. It was a little cool - perhaps 50 degrees. On the downside... well, I was just not feeling quite right. After a light breakfast and coffee, I went back to the hotel to suit up and check out. Above, you can see John K, Chris and me just prior to the start. On the right, Moe, Jon Gordon and I support Nancy on her birthday (that's a candle on her helmet). All smiles - for now.
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There were so many people at the start. And at 6, we all funnelled
out of the
parking lot to start the ride. I had a riding plan - 2 rest stops (40
miles and 70) - and a feeding plan which included a specific number of
calories per hour with various power "foods". And to avoid the
leg cramps
experienced last year, I planned for lots of fluids, much of it with
added electrolytes. As the sun rose to the east, our lead group of some
100+ riders warmed up on route 20 at a moderate pace, shown here. As you
can see, the weather was perfect.
Chris rode
with me. He had never been at the very front of the ride, so I pulled
him up there - it's always fun to say you've led the ride. If you open
the picture on the left, you might be able to see Chris and me
in the "spotlight",
just left of center. I've got the red helmet
with black arm warmers; Chris has the blue & white helmet and
blue and white sleeves. Click here
for a version without the spotlight.
After the initial 5 mile police escort, we turned right for the first set of hills. I was still feeling intermittently ill. The pace and effort were picking up, and I was determined to stick to my plan, but this is hard to do when you feel lousy! After the first set of hills, the front group was reduced to about 40. Soon after passing the 20 mile rest stop, I just had to back off and let the front group go. I rode alone for a few miles, then noticed a rider out ahead - an outcast from the front group. It took some time to catch up, but I eventually caught John Peterson, with whom I rode during last year's ride. I explained my situation to him, and he graciously pulled me along, and kept me company through to the 40 mile rest stop. There, I forced myself to eat, since even if I was a little off pace, I was still working hard. John and I joined up with a group of about 12 riders. I tried to work a little, but eventually shuffled myself to the back and dropped off. I was still unwell.
Relief!FINALLY, after about 52 miles, I was feeling hungry. I ate a Clif bar, got picked up by a small group, and rode with them through to the 70 mile stop. There, I rejoined a number of friends, including John Peterson and others who were about to leave. Out of this stop, it's mostly flat, and we made a good, fast pace. Some of the group ducked into the 98 mile stop, including John P, although I did not know it at the time - I was concentrating on the wheel in front of me! We flew through the Wareham/Onset area, where there's a slight but continuous upgrade for about 5 miles. Some car traffic caused a split in the group, but three of us remained together to the finish. |
I pulled into Bourne at 11:36, not far behind the first finishers. Depending on whose computer you believed, our riding distance was between 108 and 110 miles. Regardless of the final distance, time is time, and at 5 hours and 21 minutes, this was a bit over 20 mph, and a mere 17 minutes off my best time. Considering how I'd felt at the start of the day, and my resulting slow pace between 20 and 50 miles, we must have set a blistering pace from 50 to 110. Talk about a transition from suffering to recovery! I was certainly surprised that the day ended so well.
MMAThe Massachusetts Maritime Academy campus was abuzz, as usual. I immediately grabbed a hot dog, as I was starving for real food. I was assigned a "shelf" on the ship so I headed there. After a hot shower and a massage, I headed back to the food tent for lunch. I found some riders from the front group. We talked about the ride and the great weather, and then I moved off to the finish line to watch riders come in. I managed to catch Nancy, who was celebrating her birthday hence the candle (which you can see in the 5AM picture - amazing it stayed there for 110 miles). Around 5PM, I headed back to the food tent for dinner. My friend Alan Ringel was there, along with his riding group. He had opted for the Wellesley start this year - I missed riding with him. Nancy joined us, and we chatted about the PMC routes, the Tour de France, Lance Armstrong, and PMC "politics" - always a fun subject.Some afternoon Mass Maritime scenes are shown here. Can you believe this weather?
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I went off to bed around 7:30, but once again, I did not get much sleep. In a 40 bed cabin, there is bound to be much snoring!
Sunday, Dry SundayThough awake at 3, I lounged in bed until 4. I took a leisurely walk down the plank and off to breakfast. WOW, was it cold! Maybe 50 degrees. But it was clear and dry. I can't remember the last time we had an entire PMC weekend without rain or high humidity. An oasis of good weather in a desert of rain and humidity! I felt pretty good. I tried one of those new yogurt smoothies. Not bad! Very high in potassium.
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I had arranged to meet a bunch of people at 5:30. I did find Nancy
at the bike lockup. Some silliness here at 5AM as we
were on opposite sides of the fence. John K showed up around
5:25. He and I rode to the base of the Bourne bridge at a nice,
slow warmup pace.
The bridge seemed more crowded this year - more riders, perhaps? Below, there's a view of riders crossing the bridge. That's me in second position (you'll need to zoom in to really see that). I got to Cape Cod Canal path and hooked up with two zippy riders. They were very strong in the rolling hills on the service road after the canal path. I pulled in at the 20 mile stop, as my Sunday plan was to make all three stops, and to ride at a 10% slower average pace. |
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After the 20 mile stop, I rode with a small group which included a tandem,
ridden by a nice couple from Massachusetts. Through Brewster, we were
moving quite well when we were overtaken by a faster group. We lifted
the pace, tacked onto the back, and we just flew.
Just before the second water stop,
as usual, the kids were out at the Cape Cod Sea Camp.
Hundreds of cheering kids have greeted us as 7:30AM in each of
the last several years. It's a great group.
I moved quickly through the 40 mile stop, though I did pause when I saw a young boy with a sign: "I'm 8, thanks to you". It was a poignant reminder of what the ride is about. |
I rode pretty hard towards the Wellfleet stop, where I picked up a small group. We moved quickly towards Truro. I had arranged to meet my cousin Janet along the route as she was coincidentally on the Cape for vacation. We selected Castle Hill, the most difficult hill of the second day. After a nice sprint up that hill, with onlookers cheering, I found Janet and her friend Alison with their daughters, as well as their friend Jonathan. They had made a sign "GO ANDY GO", and brought me a Coke, which is always helpful at this stage of a ride. This was one of the high points of the weekend. It was really special to have my own personal cheering section along the route. Below is a series of pictures of us in Truro. Click on each for a bigger version. |
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During the afternoon, we found a nice restaurant for lunch which overlooked the bay. Strolling through Provincetown for an hour or so, we saw dozens of PMC riders and their families, some staying the night, some waiting for a ferry or bus to return to Boston or points west. We returned to the hotel so I could dismantle the bike for shipping back to California. For dinner, we went to our favorite P-town restaurant, Napi's, where we've been going for many years. After dinner, we walked around P-town. More serendipity! We ran into my cousin and her friends. We walked around for another hour, and after thanking them again for being my personal cheering section, we said our goodbyes. |
The Rest of the TripOn Monday, we returned to the Massachusetts mainland. Beth was staying the week for business, and I continued on to New Jersey. My primary mission: to visit my aunt who was in between rounds of chemotherapy. I picked up my parents (both cancer survivors) and we drove to see my aunt. She's looking great! We visited for a few hours. We talked about the ride, and I showed off pictures from our recent trip to London. We're certainly all pulling for her, and hope that her treatment continues to go well.
Summary No. 14It was a good weekend with great weather. Although I had to work through some problems early on Saturday's ride, I recovered, and managed to exceed my riding goals. Fundraising is a little slow so far, but I have until October to finish. Watch this site for up to the minute details.Through its 25 year campaign, the PMC will likely have raised nearly $120 Million for the Jimmy Fund and DFCI, and it's this funding which has had a direct impact on the treatment options and survival rates for many forms of cancer. We all believe that the efforts of institutions like DFCI will eventually cure any number of forms of cancer. In the meantime, PMC riders continue to ride to fund that effort.
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