Am I There Yet?

Yes! My second to last day is finally here. And, wanting to stay grounded in my goal versus the media attention and interviews I’ve had this week (5 of them- Good Morning America, Journal Inquirer, Hartford Courant, Ithaca College View, Westerly Sun) and the celebrations and parties. I mean, I’m looking forward to celebrating but I’m concentrating on being in my mind, in my space and feeling good about it all. Yesterday’s ride was 55 miles from Smithtown area to Southold NY. It was congested and busy for most of the ride. Long gone are the days of solitude and the sounds of birds. Other than the traffic, the North Fork was pretty with farms and vineyards. The headwind was strong most of the day and even after feeling rested after my break in NYC, I was still tired. I never got my groove on yesterday.

I stayed with friends last night. Chris is a friend from Ithaca (he went to Cornell and I went to Ithaca College) where I went to school and his wife’s family has a home in Southold, only 15 miles or less from the Orient Point ferry to New London. Jean-Marie, Chris’s wife was there when I got to her folks home at 3:30. I met Jerry, her father and got settled, showered and crashed for an almost 2 hour nap! I haven’t been napping much on this trip, but because it’s the end, everything is taking more effort. A friend who called last night told me, “I think it’s because you know you can start to feel tired.”

After meeting Marie, Jean-Marie’s mom, we picked Chris up from the train he took from the city. Chris, Jean-Marie and I walked to a local dinner place. It’s so nice to eat seafood again, by the way! Didn’t really eat it throughout most of the middle of the country. My energy level was low, but I still really enjoyed reconnecting with Chris after so many years and meeting his awesome wife Jean-Marie! We walked home to the sound of crickets and distant voices from other homes and I fell fast asleep around 11. I woke up at 3am to use the bathroom and didn’t fall back to sleep until 4. My mind was racing. I know how overwhelming ending tomorrow is going to be. I want to breath and relax and feel and celebrate and embrace the end of a 23-year dream come true.

After Jean-Marie made a delicious breakfast, Chris and Jean-Marie cycled with me a couple of miles towards Orient Point (thanks to you both for cycling with me!!). I rode the rest of the way, feeling more relaxed than yesterday. I hopped on the ferry, excitedly awaiting touching ground in Connecticut, the state I grew up in. I saw the Gold Star Memorial Bridge, which I would soon cycle over and thought about all the times I’ve been over that bridge in my life. Probably starting as a baby. And now I see it through the eyes of someone that biked to it from Oregon.

I got off the ferry, cycled over the bridge and headed towards my friend Alison’s. Alison is a close friend from college and lives in Stonington, my destination for tonight. She lives with her husband T (short for Terrance) and her kids MacKenzie (6) and Max (4). They have been following my trip each day and I know Max keeps asking each morning when Aunt Jess will be here. He even made me a map when I started my trip so I didn’t get lost coming. I’ve sent them postcards from almost every state! So, I’m very excited to pull up to their home today at 5!

Comments...

Some donation comments I've received recently. Thank you all so much. Only 3 more days to go!

"Jess - You are a rockstar! A pickle-eating, bike-peddling rockstar who has powered herself across 4000 miles in one freaking summer. You're almost there! Enjoy these final few days, these final few ice cream shops, and the lifetime of memories you're creating." - Jennifer Gabriel

"For someone who is almost at the the end of your journey you were such a ball of energy! Great to have had a chance for you to meet us in New Hope. Best of luck to you!" - Chuck DePalma

"I had wanted to wait until you were a day away but after hearing your voice tonight... I couldn't wait!! Many hugs from Kentucky!" - Melissa McDonald

"You are truly an inspiration!!!" - John Henry Ledwith

"Thanks for following your dreams and for your passion to make a difference for our kids - giving them a promising healthy future!" - Valerie Snyder

"Jess you are AMAZING!!! You are such an inspiration demonstrating your commitment to your passion...personal health and wellness for all!" - Susan Berry

Love is Meant to Make Us Glad

Reminder #1: Atlantic Wheel-dip at Charlestown RI public beach around 2pm this Saturday. Party at my parents beach cottage at 315 Ram Island Road, Charlestown (after wheel-dip). For more information/questions, email my mom Elin at elawrlaw@sbcglobal.net

Reminder #2: Donate! We are so close to my $25,000 fundraising goals. As of now, we are at 81%, or $20,285! AMAZING. Can we get there in just a few days?

I had an absolutely fabulous time in NYC. I loved the saying on the mirror at the Ace Hotel, "Love is Meant to Make Us Glad". I felt the love in New York, and I'm so very glad! Thank you to everyone who made my NYC layover on this adventure an amazing stop.

Yesterday, my new friend Paul and I met up with my cousin Evan and his girlfriend Emily (and Paul's friend Johnny). There was some awesome ping pong playing happening. It was way too short a time to see my cousin Evan because I just love hanging out with him, but hoping I see him in a couple weeks when I'm back in NYC for work. I just want to say to Sue Telljohann or John Henry-Ledwith... I did NOT get injured this time. But, I'm ready for ASHA this year in early October in Myrtle Beach Sue and John... just saying.

After ping pong, Paul and I met my other cousin Julie for dinner and I quickly faded. It was a long day starting with Good Morning America. But, it was great to spend time with Julie and thank her in person for the GMA hookup! I woke up this morning ready to be back on the road. I needed to figure out the most efficient, safest way to get to Long Island. I decided it was to go by cab. I told an employee at the Ace, Mac about my plan to get a cab for the 14 miles and he agreed with me that this would be the best way to go. I told him I'd be back down after I packed up. I came down and apparently Mac had already chatted with a cab driver who ended up waiting to take me. I found this out after spending some time with AJ (cab driver) on the ride. I gotta say this... NYC was all about chance meetings. It was incredible. There were two people I was just supposed to meet. AJ and Paul. And, it's just awesome how people come into your life. AJ was awesome. On the way from Ace to Queensboro Community College (where I wanted to be dropped off to bike the 35 miles to my destination today), AJ and I had a great conversation. I sat in the front since my gear took up the back part of the jeep. AJ was intrigued and inspired by my story, but I was in turn inspired by him. I never would have guessed AJ to be 23 years old. He was so well-spoken, soft-spoken, calm and kind. His customer service skills are impeccable. He heard about my trip when he arrived at the Ace looking for a customer going to the airport. When Mac told him about me, AJ waited. I think he waited for over an hour. Amazing. AJ is currently in college (wants to be a nurse), writes poetry and he drives a cab to make ends meet. He and his brothers lost their father 2 years ago and assumed a mortgage. They are all working on paying it off and as he said something like, 'my social life has suffered as a result. But most importantly, I need to be in school and work.' Hats off to AJ. These are the people that I meet that inspire me. They are driven and resilient and want to be secure and stable and they do it the respectable way. But it's hard. Very hard. AJ and I chatted about the stereotypes and racism he feels as an Indian man in America. He was born in the state of Punjab, India, but I heard no obvious accent, so assumed he was from here (see? stereotypes!). He is proud of his ethnicity, but feels at times judged and even said is judged poorly by women he meets about being a cab driver. As he said, 'I'm a cab driver, but I'm educated and in school and want to be a nurse." Our conversation diverted to talking about fear. Fear related to what holds people back from accomplishing something - fear of change, fear of the unknown, fear of failure, fear of vulnerability. AJ pulled up this 1 minute YouTube video while we were at a stop light. "Your fear is always about what's going to happen next, which means your fear is about that which does not exist." -Sadhguru

I had chills. I shed a few tears. Who is this cab driver? How and why did he come to be part of my journey? Because he was supposed to be. At the end of my ride gave me his number in case I'm back in NYC and need a ride somewhere, a big hug and after I gave him a generous tip, he told me meeting me (and the tip!) made his day. AJ, you made mine.

Being back on the bike today felt like home. And, I wondered what it would feel like to have what feels so right and familiar go away starting Sunday. What will I feel when I wake up? What will I do? What is the next chapter in my life? What have I learned? How have I grown? All I currently know and do is ride 6-8 hours a day with a destination and a journey in between. I will grieve the loss of my goal being complete, but I will celebrate what I've done and cherish the memories. I am ready to finish.

I thought about the states I've cycled through and they seem so far away. Like a distant dream. I want to remember everything, yet it's not possible. I want to remember being in Graff MO and stopping at the only thing in the town (a post office, literally not really a town) and writing my friend Dawn Graff-Haight a postcard since she shared a name with the town. And, while I was mailing the postcard in the post office, which is only open a few hours a week, a guy on a very large tractor pulled up and started to chat with me. We talked for almost an hour. I want to remember the guy who passed me in a car up a long hill, pulled over, got out of his car and crossed the street. And, I thought, great... he's going to give me s&^% about riding my bike. But as I climbed and got up to him, he asked (we were in the middle of nowhere btw) "Do you have a blog? I live in the next town and love keeping up with cyclists going through." I want to remember how strong I currently feel. Physically and emotionally. I want to remember all the people I met and all the things that have made me laugh and cry.

Today's ride on Long Island was very pretty and it felt like autumn. There were already crisp leaves on the ground and for the first time I heard my wheels make a crunching sound over the leaves while I rode. I thought about time and how this entire summer was spent moving. The snow, heat, hail, rain, wind. And, it's soon autumn. Time for the leaves to turn, die and fall off. Time for this 23 year goal to be completed and become a series of epic memories that fill my mind.

NEW YORK CITY!

I'm here! And been so busy... I'm currently in my Ace Hotel room (two nights on Ace, btw!) listening to music, trying to rest but it's not happening. My emotions include a mix of excitement, anxiety and exhaustion. I got into NYC via New Jersey. The night in New Jersey was spent in Middletown at Toby and Dan's beautiful home. I arrived after riding from New Hope PA and Toby and Dan have a gorgeous pool I enjoyed after my ride. I didn't get a photo of them since the next day they left for church and didn't come back before I left! But, I enjoyed dinner with Dan (Toby had a shower to attend) and went to bed early, getting another 9 hours of sleep. I cycled to the ferry in the morning, about 7 miles and sat on the New Jersey beach at Highlands and enjoyed the view of the Manhattan skyline. I'm here! The day was beautiful- just perfect weather and I enjoyed the ferry ride past the financial district up into midtown. I also met another ferry passenger, Paul. Great person! We exchanged numbers for a possible NYC hangout later in the week.

I got to Graig and Ginny's after cycling in Manhattan to their place- what a fun, exhilarating ride! Got to catch up with them and Isla, their awesome daughter. The 4 of us walked over to the piers, had drinks and enjoyed the Sunday afternoon catching up. My cousin Julie and her boyfriend Rob met us all for dinner. I stayed with Graig and Ginny and had a massage scheduled for Monday morning (yesterday). My massage was awesome and my legs finally released a bit. I heard from Good Morning America Live (online version on at 9am after the early morning show) that they indeed wanted me as the guest on today's show! So, thank you to cousin Julie for contacting people you know at ABC and pitching my story. Without your emails, I wouldn't have been on the show! I also heard from the Hartford Courant about scheduling a phone interview for today! So, all that relaxation I was supposed to feel after my massage was replaced with... "Oh my goodness... media coverage!" I packed up my stuff at Graig and Ginny's in the financial district and hopped on my bike and rode to midtown to the Ace Hotel. Yes- my friend and colleague Vicki Crawford with the Clinton Foundation pitched my story to Ace and they offered for me to stay for two nights! I arrived at the Ace, checked in to complimentary goodies and an awesome Ace t-shirt in my room. I got ready and walked (because I need the exercise, you know) the 1.8 miles to Randolph Beer, a location that college friends selected to meet up at. Well, I should say Ithaca friends since most of the people that showed up last night I knew from Cornell and people who grew up in Ithaca. There were some surprises as well! Gia and Seth showed up with Forest (their son) and 4 day old (no joke) daughter, Violet. Yup, Gia and Seth took the subway from Brooklyn into Manhattan with their son and again, 4 day old daughter. Not an adoption situation. Gia gave birth 4 days ago. ROCKSTARS! And, Nick showed up, a very good friend from Ithaca whom I hadn't seen in probably 15-16 years! Cassady and Theo, Suzie and Pat and kids, Chris and Jean-Marie- all Ithaca/Cornell people. Adam came, another touring cyclist I met in person for the first time last night, but we've been following each other's trip via Twitter. So, that was super cool. And, my friend/colleague Kenny showed up and Paul- the guy I met on the ferry came too. Super fun night and felt supported and loved and encouraged. Especially from people I haven't seen in years and years. I feel so fortunate.

I woke up early this morning and walked to GMA in Times Square (ABC Studios). Paul came with me and helped me get my gear over there (THANK YOU!). It was also nice to have a 'buddy' with me to experience being in ABC studios, hanging in the green room and somebody after to celebrate with me. Thanks to my new friend Paul! The experience was exhilarating and super fun. The people at ABC were so nice! Link to the show is here.

We walked back to Ace, dropped off my stuff and had a delish breakfast at Breslin, the restaurant here. I napped afterwards and a group of us are about to meet up and play some ping pong in the city (cousins, friends). It's been a whirlwind, but an amazing time here in NYC! Leaving for Long Island tomorrow...

Hanging outside Ginny and Graig's place... waiting for them to come down!

My room at the Ace, equipped with vinyl records and a player. Oh- and an acoustic guitar...

Adam- another cross country cyclist! Way to go Adam- congratulations!!

The Ithaca boyz. They look fabulous, eh?

Kenny and I! I met Kenny through Clinton Foundation

Paul and I posing as anchor people at GMA!

Mind and Body. How it has Changed

Let’s talk a little bit about how my body and mind has changed over the past 2 months, 3 weeks, shall we?

Physical
The tips of my big toes are numb. Just the tips. It will go away once I stop cycling so many hours in a day. My shoes are big enough for sure, it's just the pressure for so many hours. My right foot has the funniest callous on it- a straight line about 2 inches long in the arch. My calves and quads are a little more defined and I've lost fat in my thighs and butt (not complaining...)! My stomach and arms are definitely toned and I've lost fat around my torso/ribs. I would suspect I've lost the most fat on my body in my arms. My hands have had no numbness during this trip like many have endured, but I did lose strength in my hands for about a month. That strength is back now. My eyes, brain and balance adjusted within a week on this trip. Because I spent so much time cycling, that whole system (eyes, brain, balance) adapted to the new speed I was going, the new stance I was in most of the day and new angles I needed for vision (head position, rearview mirror, etc). I can't really explain how I knew my body adapted because it's subtle, but when I'm not riding and I move my head fast or look to the side, I have a weird sensation. It's not dizzy or blurry- just a subtle change. That should all go back to normal within a week or two of being off the bike. I feel a fatigue now in my calves, quads and feet. A soreness all the time. Nothing too painful. No sharp pains but just fatigue. It set in about a week ago, so I'm not complaining. My physical body has felt so good most of this trip. And even now- I'm ok, just tired. I'm incredibly proud of my physical body. I respect my body so much. This is my body. Take it or leave it. Yup, these are my varicose veins and my cellulite and my tiny hands (that I've always been self-consious of) and my bunion on my left foot... I'm real. And the best part? This body cycled across the USA. I am more concerned about those (especially woman) who hate their bodies and why. Now granted, I've always been within a 'healthy' weight. So, take this with a grain of salt. But, I mean, is it nice that I'm more toned? Sure! But, you know what's most important...? Wait until you SEE my lungs in those new skinny jeans. Wait until you SEE my heart sporting a new bikini. Then, you will be impressed. You know why? Because that is truly what's most important. My heart and lungs are so fit right now that I've hopefully extended years onto my life and most importantly, quality to all the years I still have.

Mental/Emotional
Many of my friends have posted or texted that I am their hero. About a dozen people wrote this and I'm inspired that they are inspired by me. I'm no superwoman (although I wish I had Superwoman's outfit...). I'm a normal (ok, kind of!) person with a goal. I had many discussions with others doing a similar trip. Money plays a role in doing something like this. Taking time off work, saving money. But, I think what holds people back more so is fear. Awhile ago I posted that people ask me two questions when they meet me and want to add a third I've been getting in the eastern part of the US:
1. You are doing WHAT?
2. Are you traveling ALONE?
3. Aren't you scared?

For the third question, I always turn it back and say, "Scared of what?" Just because I'm curious what people's fears are for me. Most people say, "men" "rape" "getting your stuff stolen" "crazy people". So, what's amazing is that MY biggest fears are/were, getting hit by a car while someone is driving intoxicated or texting, injury/falling while going downhill and losing control, getting eaten in bear country even though I took the correct precautions and hung my food, fatigue so intense I'd have qui... oh! I don't say that word. Different fears. I'm not going and getting drunk in the local bar and walking to my tent alone in a small town where people are watching my every move. I mean c'mon! Now, I know those fears people have for me exist. They are not impossible. However, the likelihood is quite minimal. Fear really keeps people from doing so much. They don't let their children walk to school. They don't apply for a job that seems out of reach. They don't want to travel to a different country for fear of not speaking the language. They don't wear something fabulous for fear what others think. I have fears... trust me. But, this is the year of living bold and courageously. I don't want to be 90 in my rocking chair with regrets. So, I plan on wearing a Brazilian bikini to my 20th High School Reunion in Connecticut September 28. Just kidding everyone- don't worry! But I will see you there! My mom recently emailed me after the Mom and Dad post and wrote about a conversation she had with my beloved grandfather whom we called Poppa. He was 98 when he died a few years ago.
"I remember asking Poppa the last few days of his life if he had any regrets and he said “no regrets” . I hope that is how we all feel in the end." -Mom

I feel emotionally stronger, more independent, empowered and proud of myself. I'm not lonely. I learned how to ask for help. I learned how to be vulnerable. I learned how to share through writing more about my experience instead of just miles, speed and what I ate for dinner. When I was tired or frustrated on this trip I danced (if you haven't seen the videos, look back on my FB page!). Humor helps a lot. Yesterday I posted on FB: "New Jersey headwind is killing me. Reframe: This ocean breeze is delightful". I mean, you have to use humor. It helps. Sometimes, you feel insecure because other cyclists can be incredible critical. "Why don't you get up earlier each day to leave?" "Why do you have trailer?" "Why are you taking that route?" And, you just state why you made the decisions you made. It's simple. And, that is empowering. You have to make the trip your trip. This was my dream, my goal. Some days (only recently), I ask myself, "What the heck was I thinking? Who's idea WAS this?" It was mine. I'm steering this ship. And, I'll make it to shore.

My brother Dave made me 5 volumes of music mixes and one of the songs with lyrics that most resonates with me is Wake Me up by Avicii featuring vocals from Alex Blacc.

"Wake Me Up" by Avicii

Feeling my way through the darkness, Guided by a beating heart, I can't tell where the journey will end, But I know where to start

They tell me I'm too young to understand, They say I'm caught up in a dream, Well life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes, Well that's fine by me

So wake me up when it's all over, When I'm wiser and I'm older, All this time I was finding myself, And I didn't know I was lost

I tried carrying the weight of the world, But I only have two hands, Hope I get the chance to travel the world, But I don't have any plans

Wish that I could stay forever this young, Not afraid to close my eyes, Life's a game made for everyone, And love is the prize

So wake me up when it's all over, When I'm wiser and I'm older, All this time I was finding myself, And I didn't know I was lost, Didn't know I was lost, I didn't know

Spiritual
Something I did in about 50% of the homes that I stayed in was say grace with families at meals. That is not something I usually do. I found it quite nice to say thanks for food, company, family, health each night. To whomever! G-d, Jesus, Mother Nature. Am I a more religious person as a result of this journey? No, I don't think so. Is it quite impossible to not believe there is something bigger than me out there? For me, yes. Is it G-d? Not necessarily. I saw signs in things. Like the butterflies that pushed me up hills and seeing daisies in certain places that inspired me. Noticing things that made me laugh and motivated me to push harder. People I met. Is it science? Religion? You see, it doesn't matter to me. Whether I'm seeing signs that are a coincidence or a higher power's concoction is not actually what is important to me. What is important is the guidance and strength I felt as a result of the incidents. I know people prayed for me while I have been on this journey (thank you). And I know that I've wanted to stay safe and healthy on this trip. Whether it was my own decisions that kept me safe (I want to take responsibility for that, by the way), or a higher power, energy that helped keep me safe and healthy doesn't matter to me. Maybe it's a combination of both. Either way, we are here on this earth. And, what's most important to me is to love and live. To the fullest.

I'm proud of myself. This is my body and mind and it cycled across the country.

Cops, $40 cash and Cyclists

Day 81, 66 miles, total = 3997 miles

I never thought I’d say this, but I’m sick of eating. Completely disgusted by it. Maybe it’s the fatigue. I’m hungry yet nothing sounds at all appealing. I eat what I know I need to for recovery and strength and energy. But, I’m at the point where I’m tired, hungry and sometimes nauseas while eating. Pregnant? Nope, impossible. Unless somehow sitting on a bike seat got me pregnant.

I can’t even remember where I left off, but I know that Thursday's ride through Pennsylvania was quite beautiful. I camped Thursday night at French Creek State Park. I got there and the heavens opened up as I selected the perfect campsite. I mean, I got soaked. It actually felt amazing. Who cares? I’m almost done. Although my seat did get wet. Which meant yesterday I slathered myself with chamois butter. A bit more than usual. Now that both of these first two paragraphs have to do with my crotch, maybe I should move on… blame it on the exhaustion if you’re offended.

After the torrential downpour, I set up my tent, showered and cooked the only food I had- Ramen and a packet of kidney beans and rice. And, I had an apple. I had no energy to bike or walk the 2 miles within the State Park to the concession stand at the pool. I knew once I ate and got everything organized, I’d fall fast asleep. I slept over 9 hours (I always sleep better in my tent) and it didn’t rain again. The temperature was perfect. I slept in my sleeping bag liner and didn’t even need my sleeping bag. Nothing really dried out, so last night in New Hope PA, my clothing and tent aired out in the motel. Back to yesterday morning- I woke up at 6am, made hot tea and my last packet of instant cream of wheat, ate a banana and was on my way. I had hoped for fresh legs again, but no such luck. My legs hurt from the start. That’s when I made the video I posted on Facebook about being inspired by the donations coming in and all the texts and emails of support I’m receiving. It’s incredibly helpful. I’m almost there. And, a lot of it is mental. I know I can do it. I only have 5 days of cycling (if you don’t count the 10 miles on Sunday to the ferry and 20 miles on the last day). Here's just a sampling of texts that happen to come in yesterday, some from people I haven't heard from on this trip. Some from people I hear from regularly. Sorry if your text is below and you meant it to be private. I'm just so inspired by these, I wanted to share.
"Go Jess go! Sending you some love during your last (sore) legs of the trip!" -Megan Hansen
"Keep pedaling!" -Jered Bogli
"Thinking of you helped get me through my 22-mile training run this morning. Anytime I felt exhausted, I thought of you and how you biked to the White House. From Portland. You are amazing and just wanted you to know that you're pushing me in my athletics feats all the way across the country. Ride on, Jess." - Jen Sotolongo
"Hang in there. Amazing, amazing accomplishment. For a great cause and fulfilling a lifelong dream. It's freaking awesome. And, on the bright side of burnout, at least it's close to the finish and family and friends are at the end. Could have felt this way in Wyoming!" -Jamie Sparks
"PS. You are awesome!" -Evan Lawrence

I stopped about 10 miles into my ride at Ridge Restaurant and had a big breakfast since the instant cream of wheat wasn’t going to sustain my long day. A woman walked up to me and gave me $20 because she saw my banner on my trailer in the parking lot. Again, I might be blaming how tired I am, but I totally forgot to get her name. I did give her a card and hoping she’ll read this and contact me. My mom saw my FB video and was concerned about how tired I seemed and offered to come pick me up and drive me into NYC. I said, nope, I can do this. I’m not the kind of tired that I’d fall asleep while biking. It’s more of an overall fatigue and I know I’m ready to be done. I continued on to Valley Forge PA, obviously of historical significance. It was the site where the Continental Army spent the winter of 1777-1778 during the Revolutionary War. It’s a gorgeous area and even better, a great bike path begins here and I took that all the way to Norristown. It was wonderful to be on a bike path since I’m so tired. It was a nice break from cars and stopping and starting at stop lights and signs. It was motivating to see so many cyclists and runners and walkers. Other cyclists made me feel like what I’m doing is normal (well, kinda). It was tempting to jump on a train and take it into NYC, but nope. I can do this. I can ride. Good thing I have an irrational fear of trains. I’d rather bike to NYC...

I stopped in Ambler, PA to have a peaceful lunch and find something, anything I could keep down. I found a deli and was eating and typing this blog and all of a sudden a customer and the owner of the deli starting yelling at each other. The owner asked this customer to leave because she didn’t intend to buy anything and assumed it was ok to just walk in, plug in and sit and work on her laptop. He asked her a few times. The customer, an African American female (dressed very high class, by the way) was calling the owner of the deli a racist. They had a yelling match as he told her she had to leave, multiple times. She refused. So, she called the cops because she felt she was being treated unfairly and he called the cops because he has the right to refuse service, or in this case, ask a customer (who’s not even a customer) to leave. I continued to eat my lunch and begin this blog post. When I was ready to leave, I walked outside to my bike and trailer and two police officers had showed up and were talking to the woman and owner separately. The owner and I started to chat and the police officer asked me if I witnessed the altercation. I said yes and gave an official statement. Even gave them my DOB and donation/bike trip card! Before he left XXXX gave me a $20 as a donation. $40 total today from two complete strangers! I’ll pop another check (good think I brought checks with me!) in the mail to Alliance. Go figure, I’m a witness during an altercation, but get a $20 donation out of it. Ahhh, welcome back to the east coast Jess.

I cycled through an area where the 1% live. I thought about the thousands of homes I’ve cycled pass and the variety of styles, economic status and geographic variations of home style and ornaments. By ornaments I mean from wreath style (like in eastern KY, homes had these puffy colorful wreaths I’ve never seen anywhere else) to the stars on homes and barns that started in KY and have been in VA and PA. I love the stars and I’m not sure what they signify. Is it a patriotic thing? I need to look it up. To more American flags in the south and east coast. To the eagle above the garage. I peek into homes as I ride by and see people reading the paper or watering plants. And I long for the day that I can sit inside in my robe and slippers (two things obviously not with me) and read the entire NY Times. And rest. And not sweat once during the day. I’m envious of those in a home they love to relax in.

Thanks to Alison through Misty I met Bill, Dorian, Donna and Chuck! Thanks for the champagne!

I posted on Facebook for any connections in New Hope, but I ended up getting a room while at Ridge Restaurant in the morning. Mentally I needed to know I had a place to stay. Some people had friends north or south of here by 10-20 miles, but for some reason New Hope was calling my name. And, once I arrived, I knew why. Quaint, cute town with lots of boutiques and B&B’s, restaurants, ice cream shops and tourists! New Hope PA in on the Delaware River across from Lambertville, NJ. Yesterday officially ended being on any ACA route. It goes north from here and I head to Middletown/Atlantic Highlands NJ to take the ferry to NYC tomorrow. I got to New Hope, threw the tent, fly and ground cover over anything I could in the room. I took my wet clothes and towel (chamois) out of a plastic bag from the night prior and hung them over my bike in the hotel room to dry. I did my routine of plugging in my bike computer, taking a shower, washing my sunglasses, taking my charm bracelet off and washing it, calling my parents to tell them I arrived safely, drinking water, wiping down the hitch to my trailer (it gets gritty) and adding a new clean batch of grease to it, wiping down my chain and re-lubing it and checking my tires. Finally, got dressed in ‘normal’ clothes, not spandex, and walked the mile into town. Beautiful night, perfect weather. I walked across the bridge and stepped into my 13 state (not including DC), New Jersey! I walked back over into PA and got an IM from my friend Alison. Her friend Misty, whom I’ve never met has a friend who happened to bike into New Hope and as having dinner with three other people They wanted to buy me a drink! I was a block away. So, I joined Chuck, Bill, Dorian and Donna as they ate (I eyed an Indian place on my way over) and I enjoyed champagne on them! Thank all of you for inviting me to sit with you and enjoy the evening. I felt human again. Tired, but human. Social. Normal. I said my goodbyes and headed to Indian food for dinner. I actually enjoyed the food (wasn’t nauseas) and my friend Melissa from Kentucky called to say hi. It was great to catch up (and thanks for the donation today Melissa!!) and I left just in time to head over to Nina’s for ice cream. Although I got into Nina’s and again, felt not in the mood. Not in the mood for ice cream? I think my body and appetite is all wacky. Hoping that gets better, very, very soon. Something is definitely wrong if ice cream doesn't sound good anymore.

I walked out of Nina’s without anything in hand but headed over to the river just in time for the New Hope fireworks to begin. And what a show! They go off from a barge in the river and the moon was coming up and it was a gorgeous night full of 1000’s of people on the bridge and along the shores of the Delaware River in PA and NJ. I thought, what a day! What an experience! And, now I get to end my day watching a fabulous firework show. I’m so lucky.

I walked the mile back home, fell asleep and woke up by 6. Only 7 hours of sleep. Still tired, but excited. I walked to McDonald's because it's close, has fast internet and breakfast. It's only the third time I've eaten at a McDonald's on the trip, but wanted to update blog. Today's ride will be about 55 miles, which is a bit shorter than I’ve been cycling. I’m looking forward to it. I'm staying with warm showers hosts.

Yesterday, $780 (plus $40 cash), $820 total was donated to the Alliance for a Healthier Generation. At that rate, we'll reach my goal of $25,000. Only $6265 left to go!

THANK YOU ALL. I finish this dream come true a week from today. Join us at the end party. Contact me if you want to be there.

XOXO, Jess

Weather looking good for next week's finish!

Mom and Dad

I'm so fortunate that...
-My body is physical healthy and free of pain to do this bicycle trip across the country
-I can take 3 months mid-career to take this trip
-I'm financially able to do this (a lot of saving $$, trust me!)
-I have a support network of friends and family

But, most importantly, I'm fortunate that I have wonderful, loving, supportive, engaged parents. I mean, how lucky am I? I want to acknowledge them because I know many people do not have what I have. I know they think I'm a little crazy for doing this (who doesn't??) but when I asked my mom in the spring if she was worried about me taking this trip, her response was, "Well, of course I'll be concerned while you are on this trip. I'm your mom. But, I'd be disappointed if you didn't do it. You've been talking about this for 23 years." Now, that's support. My parents raised my brother and I to have wings. Wings to do whatever we wanted that would allow us to be independent (of them! Ha!) and healthy and happy. "Live in a place that we'll love to visit" they used to say, never making us feel badly about moving away. "When you move away, never feel you HAVE to come back for holidays. That is YOUR precious vacation time and we'd never assume you'd want to spend that time with your mom and dad. You are always welcome back to join us, but we'll never expect it. You start your own traditions." I mean, cool, right?

With that said, I promised them (even though I don't think they asked, it was my rule), that I'd be in touch every day while on this trip. A text, call or email... at least. Once my mom said, "You're always calling!" She didn't mean it to be rude, but it suggests that I came up with the rule that I'm in touch everyday. Just so someone knows I'm safe. Some days I'm so exhausted or busy engaging with other people and hosts that my email is simply, "I'm here in XXX". Some days I call and we chat about my day and I hear what's going on in their lives.

I can't even begin to count how many times they've sent an email or told me over the phone, "We are proud of you". In my last blog post entitled Proud to be an American, my mom responded with, "I'm proud to be your mom!" I can't even describe how good that feels, even at 38 years old to have your parents say, "We love you. We believe in you. You are amazing." It feels as good as when I was in the 6th grade play and had a lead singing part and they said the same thing. Although I don't think they said, "You are amazing" since I'm tone deaf and had no right to get that singing part. But you get the point... they back me up 100%. They are there for me always. They don't bail. They are consistent and dependable. I don't want to take this for granted because I know people who's parents aren't like this.

Thank you mom and dad... I'm proud of you guys too. I love you so much. And, I can't wait to see you in Rhode Island and give you each a big hug. And, I'll say, "I did it. And I didn't do it alone. Thank you."

Day 79, 3830 miles cycled, $7845 to go!

Oops. But the Nathan's hot dog was delish!

My day off in DC was efficient- haircut, yummy green salad for lunch, a short bike ride around the Mall, and a Nathan's hot dog... which wasn't so successful (see photo). After saying goodbye to Matt, Shailee and their daughter, Asha yesterday, I pedaled north out of DC around 7:30am. I cycled through Rock Creek Park (photo) joining up with Adventure Cycling Association's (ACA) Atlantic Coast Route. I should mention that both the Trans-Am and Atlantic Coast Routes are one of many bicycle route systems from ACA. Check out their site at http://www.adventurecycling.org/

I encourage touring cyclists to do an actual ACA or recommended route because at least local traffic is aware that there are cyclists on the road. You can purchase maps that are incredibly helpful. The maps have a key that let you know what's available in each town you go through, average weather temperatures and topography. Knowing if you need to pack more water and food might not be as important here on the east coast, but in the middle of the country and in the west, that is very important. The Trans-Am goes from Astoria Oregon to Yorktown VA (either direction). I road the entire Trans-Am except from Charlottesville VA to Yorktown VA. The Atlantic Coast route goes from Bar Harbor Maine to Key West Florida (either direction). I will only be riding part of this route, obviously. From NYC, I'll go off route and along Route 1 in Connecticut to Rhode Island.

Yesterday's ride took me from DC into Maryland and through country roads. I saw farms and wildflowers and deer. I saw acorns for the first time yesterday. I did go off route a little today because I ended my day in Manchester MD, where my colleague and friend Brian Griffith lives. Brian is friends/colleagues with many others I've seen on this trip. Amazing how many colleagues have texted, emailed, donated, cheered me on in some way and even one (Kate Link) is joining me for the last day's ride into Rhode Island. I'm feel so blessed to have so many colleagues all over the country who have been part of my journey.

Back to Maryland... Brian is leaving his position at the Maryland Department of Education to be a county PE/Health coordinator. He will be missed at the state level, but is a great advocate in our field and super strong at what he does. I saw him last in Charlotte at American Association for Health, PE, Rec and Dance (Aahperd) and he invited me to stay with his family when I rode through this summer. Never invite me... I WILL show up! The 67 miles was over rolling hills, but got here early around 3:30. Everyone was home so it was nice to shower and hang out as bit. Brian's wife is Amy and they have two boys- Tyler going into his second year of college at Salisbury and Jake, going into his freshman year of high school. Brian and I sat for awhile catching up and then we planned my route for today to get back on the ACA Atlantic Coast route. He picked a good route for me- wide shoulders and beautiful area. Amy and Brian cooked a delicious meal (I'm so spoiled with all these amazing meals families cook for me!) and after dinner we took a family trip to The Cow, a place with frozen custard and shaved ice. Ummmm, I was a disaster. I got a twist cone dipped in butterscotch and it was so big, it was melting faster than I could keep up. I posted the video of this on my Facebook page.

I went to bed early since I'm still not waking up after sleeping 8-9 hours a night feeling fully rested. I don't have fresh legs every morning like I did for two months. I know my body is about done... But I'm so close! I'm not in pain and I don't want to get injured, so I'm being careful, but I've been trying to get into bed by 9. My muscles are definitely fatiguing quicker each day. I don't have 'fresh' legs each morning like I did for two months. I need to stop more frequently to rest. Today was humid, so I was sweating like crazy and the combo of my sweat and sunblock was stinging my eyes. I thought I'd get to Manheim PA today, but I'm outside of Lancaster. I couldn't do more than 50 today. I'm just beat. So, I'm at a Comfort Inn and I'm going to bed, very, very soon.

Another ice cream cone to replace all the calories burned!

Brian, Amy, Tyler and Jake, hosting me in Manchester MD.

Proud to be an American

I'm in Washington DC, swarmed by the memories of my elementary school trips, visiting friends, attending conferences, evening jogs around the monuments after work meetings, museum visits... I'm in DC! I pedaled my body plus 100lbs of gear across this country. Did I really do it? It's not a dream, right?
With less than two weeks to go my rides are filled with recalling states I've cycled through. Memories and sights I've experienced. Overwhelming emotional thoughts of the people who have waved at me from large porches and in seated lawn mowers. Butterflies that flirted with me up hills and birds that swooped only feet away from my front tire. Cyclists I waved to and gave them the head nod headed the opposite direction and cyclists that became a significant part of my trip. Generous people who bought me meals and donated to my charity on the spot. Homemade dinners consumed to nourish my body. Amount of sunscreen I've applied. Amount of bug spray I've applied. Amount of grease I've scrubbed off my body every single day I've had a shower. Amount of times I've skinny-dipped. Number of fawns and cows and horses I've made eye contact with. It all comes back and brings me such joy. What an incredible adventure. And, I'm still on it. I rested the past two days and I will cycle up the eastern seaboard with energy and finish strong. Emotionally and physically stronger since the last couple of weeks have been hard. I will do it!
Cycling around DC today was exhilarating. I took photos at the White House and near some of my favorite monuments and memorials. I find it incredible that as a female, traveling alone mostly in spandex, I can bicycle across this entire country and feel safe. I'm not only free to do it and travel almost any route I want... But I feel safe doing it. What an amazing country we live in. Road systems that allow efficient travel (except Wyoming! Ha!), potable water accessible at least once a day even in remote areas and the kindest people in the world. And the beauty! The diversity of what I saw... flora and fauna, smells, animals, colors, flowers, weather. Experiencing the weather in such a raw way... being IN it. All day. What do I do when it's hot? I bike, just less miles and I drink more. What do I do when it's raining? I put my rain gear on. Or get soaked. What do I do when it snows? I bike 10 miles and then cry and then the CA Crew rescues me! What do I do when it's cold? I dress in all my layers, get into my tent and snuggle into my sleeping bag. And wake up to frozen water bottles... that will melt within the hour. What do I do when I'm sore? Stretch. Ice. Ice baths. What do I do when I don't feel like riding? That honestly hasn't happened. Because it's my job. I just do it. And everyday is an adventure and it's FUN. I mean more FUN than I've ever had in my entire life. Everyday for 3 months.
Thank you America. I'm proud to be an American.

Sunday Funday

With less than two weeks to go! Still have $8200 to raise to reach my goal. I wish I had more time and energy to fundraise... Bt I only have enough energy to bike, eat, sleep, blog and see people. I want to feel more rested than I do right now. I can't sleep is more of the issue. I know I keep complaining about fatigue... I've never been this tired. In my life.

After a nice long lunch break in Louisa VA with Dean, we parted ways again (we've done that since Kansas!) saying goodbye 'for real' this time and I cycled the remaining 30 miles to Spotsylvania to stay with my personal trainer and good friend, Aaron's sister in law. Mackenzie and Scott greeted me and welcomed me into their home with three awesome dogs. A Great Dane named Indy and two Newfoundlands, Taiyo and Sigmund. They made a wonderful dinner and we chatted for a few hours. Great people and loved hearing about what they do. Mackenzie is in private practice as a psychologist and Scott is in the Coast Guard and currently getting his PhD. I tried to fall asleep early, but my brain wouldn't stop and I only got about 6 hours of sleep. I'm overly exhausted I think. I woke up tired but knew I didn't have to bike the next two days. I'm off route now, so Scott brought me on to Fredericksburg and dropped me off at a Starbucks and my friend Matt picked me up 30 minutes later. Matt went to my HIgh School, Manchester HS in CT and is good friends with my brother. Matt and his wife Shailee came to Brasil for my brothers wedding so we became good friends as well. I planned to stay with them, their daughter Asha in their beautiful brownstone in DC for two nights. I haven't stayed with people I know since Kentucky. It was good to see them and get into DC and I took a two hour nap when arrived. I felt better. Matt and Shailee pulled together a Sunday Funday party and invited friends they typically get together with on Sunday anyway. What is amazing is that a few days ago I received the email inviting everyone and Matt included info on my ride and asked everyone to bring $5 to donate to my cause, the Alliance for a Healthier Generation. How awesome is that? I feel so loved and supported. Just like in Kentucky when my colleagues and friends all came out to eat and others met me along my route to see me.

Matt's menu for the gathering for Sunday Funday:
Farfalle with artichokes and tomatoes
Mahi-Mahi avocado rolls
Roasted corn and black bean salad
Grilled peaches, vanilla ice cream and homemade caramel bourbon sauce.

And others brought a delicious quinoa salad, peanut butter chocolate pie and cupcakes. Ummmm- YUM! The best part? The people. Everyone was so fun. They do interesting things for a living and they were very curious about my trip. In fact at one point we had a 'panel-type' session going with questions! Many were even interested in seeing my bike and gear in the basement. Again, I love sharing the experience and since I've been so tired and ready to be done, it motivated me to finish. And, we raised another $105! So excited!

I tried to fall asleep early and that didn't work, so I woke up feeling tired still. I think my nerves and anxiety and excitement are all keeping me from getting quantity and quality sleep. And of course today I need to rest, but I'm in DC and want to get things accomplished. I'm here often for work, but I want to get a few errands done. I'm hoping I can get another nap in. Tomorrow I leave for Manchester MD to stay with another colleague, Brian Griffith who works at the Maryland Department of Education. Looking forward to seeing him and meeting his family! Ok, time to get dressed and hit the town! DC... Here I come!

Photos:
Mackenzie, Scott and I
Sigmund and I snuggling
Asha and I in DC
DC party!

I Just Want to Live When I'm Alive, Bon Jovi

Many people have asked me if I listen to music while I ride. Only when it is safe to. Most of the riding you want to be able to hear really well around bends for vehicles. But, yes, I do spend time listening to music every few days. It's incredibly motivating. The songs that were most motivating, or resonate with me the most are listed below. They have been significant on this bike trip for some particular reason. They remind me of what I've lived and been through in my life, or they remind me of someone else. Or, a relationship I've had. Some are inspirational, some give me chills and bring tears to my eyes every time it plays. Most of the music was given to me from two people. My good friend and fellow Portland Timbers fan, Brian LaVere and the rest from mixes my brother, Dave made for me. Check out some of these tracks. Some you'll recognize, some may be new for you.

Wake Me Up, Aviici
An Angel's Prayer, Roland Clark, feat. Matteo DiMarr (these lyrics are unbelievable)
This is What it Feels Like, Armin van Buuren, feat, Trevor Guthrie
My Head is a Jungle, Wankelmut and Emma Louise
Lift Me Up, Cambis
Nothing Inside, Sander Van Doorn, feat. Mayaeni
You've Got the Love, Florence and the Machine
Nicky Romero's Essential Mix (entire mix!), 4-28-2012

It's My Life, Bon Jovi
I Can See Clearly, Johnny Nash
Somewhere Over the Rainbow, Israel Kamakawiwo'ole
Simple Song, The Shins
God Gave Me You, Blake Shelton
Home, Daughtry
Where My Girls At? 702
Let's Get it Started, Black Eyed Peas
Eye of the Tiger, Survivor
Say It Right, Nelly Fortado

The 'Q' Word isn't an Option

The Wentworth Family's home (Phil, Lori, Megan, Abigail and Elias' home)

I hate not having the time or energy to blog every day. Mostly because there are so many details I end up forgetting. Funny stories, thoughts that I think 'I have to write about that!' And if I go days without writing, they escape my brain. These days have been long and tiring. When I arrive at my destination it takes all my energy to shower, eat and engage with the wonderful hosts that have invited me into their homes. By the time I head to bed, I can't keep my eyes open. It's getting harder with the ongoing fatigue that has set in. I'm tired of being tired. I was hoping to train into DC from Fredericksburg tomorrow to get a full 2 days off, but it's not looking like I'm able with all my gear. They need the bike boxed up. I'll have Monday to rest and get my haircut. Maybe treat myself to a pedicure...

After Christiansburg, Tony was heading to Roanoke and actually drove me part of my way that day to give me a break. He picked me up at my hotel and dropped me in Roanoke at the public library. And, since he had work there, he had a lunch break and took me to a fabulous place (Hollywood's) for lunch. I had a salad with salmon. I figured I can eat seafood now that I'm in a coastal state! Thanks Tony for the lunch! I cycled the short distance to Buchanan VA and stayed at another warm showers host, Phil and Lori. They have 3 children, Megan, heading to college at the end of this month, Abigail, heading into 8th grade and Elias, heading into 5th grade. Oh! And their dog Bear. Their home is absolutely gorgeous. And, I felt so at home with kids coming and going from camp, parties, soccer practice, mom doing laundry, feeding pets, friends of the kids coming and going! It was awesome and I loved their energy. Nobody in the family was ever home at the same time! I never got a photo, but Megan promised she'd send one at some point and I'll add it to my photo album which includes all my hosts from my bike trip so far. I left their home after Phil made me a great breakfast feeling better after a short day the day prior and knowing I only had 30 miles to Lexington VA. Another warm showers host, Rebecca and Lee's place was amazing! They live on a farm, have a pottery barn (literally, not the store), swimming pool and beautiful home. They have four children, all out of the house now. I arrived and nobody was home so I sat on the swinging bench writing postcards to donors... Yes, if you donate to my charity (Alliance for a Healthier Generation- info on my home page) you get a thank you postcard! Rebecca pulled up with Nathaniel, another cyclist. Nathaniel and Will are traveling across the US, just starting in the east and from Louisville. A couple hours later, Dean pulled up. I've referred to Dean prior, but we met in Kansas and keep running into each other. He's from Nova Scotia and retired. It was wonderful gathering of cyclists and beautiful comfortable home to hang out and rest. And, Rebecca's cooking is to die for! Fresh salad, homemade quiche with tomatoes and basil from the garden and sausage from their pig. Ummmm, yum. And she made homemade ice cream sandwiches. Fell asleep full and happy.
Woke up but still not feeling as rested as I wished. I left by 8 after Rebecca's amazing breakfast with homemade biscuits, eggs and multiple jams/spreads to choose from! I knew the day would be long so I got an early start. Lexington was 4 miles before Lexington to Charlottesville. So, 85 miler. And, the Blue Ridge Mountains was in the way! Quite a climb I had. The first 20 miles were pretty flat. The weather was perfect all day yesterday, which was lucky. About 75 degrees and dry. Sunny. No humidity. How lucky have I been with this cooler weather? And, with those rainy days behind me, I fully appreciated the dry weather. The road followed the South River into Vesuvius. Once you get to Vesuvius, you start climbing. 4 miles up. A steep up. I stopped many times. Two guys passed me before I started to climb and then I saw them get off their bikes and walk once the hill started. Even though the road was windy, they stayed in view for half the climb (2 miles took me 45 minutes) and I assumed they didn't have a triple on their bikes if they were walking. It was actually motivating that I was cycling it and not walking! Empowering. I was a bit slower, but I was NOT going to walk. After I got over the tough part, it mellows out a little, but there's still 25 miles or so of up and down along the Blue Ridge Highway. Exhausting. And, I messed up. Unfortunately I didn't have enough food with me. I was bonking. I had enough water, but not enough fuel. Up one hill, I started to cry. Like lose it. I texted my trainer Aaron and eventually called him and he motivated me through his words. He told me I could do it and I'd feel like I accomplished so much once I finished the day. He told me he was proud of me and that I'd crush the rest of the hills. Tears streamed down my face as he talked. He was hard on me, but supportive. Just what I needed to continue on. About 1 mile up the road, I stopped at a lookout and met Ann and Mort, from Alexandria VA who gave me two Odwalla energy bars. And, as they were doing that, Dean pulled in! He left 2.5 hours after me and caught up. He pulled in and I was so relieved.
Sometimes you feel so alone on this trip. And, I knew he was there. It sounds silly, but within moments I knew I'd be ok. And, after Dean arrived, a few day-cyclists arrived and told us that about 20 miles away, mostly downhill, was a fabulous brew pub. I can do this, I thought. Dean told me he'd join me on the ride to the brew pub. He was my ride angel for the day, for sure. Things were looking up. We pushed on to Blue Mountain Brewery and ate a great 'lunch' at 5:30pm (I'm calling it lunch since we ate again at 9:45pm!). I had a Caesar salad, burger, fries and a brownie sundae. I was so hungry. We both wanted beers, but knew we still had to ride. Dean was going to camp 5 miles up the road, and I had a friends sister hosting me. I texted my host, Sivan to ask if Dean could stay as well. Selfishly it meant Dean would join me on the rest if the 20 miles into Charlottesville. I enjoy his company. She said sure and we finished dinner and cycled the 20 miles. Ending at 85 miles- climbed 6456 ft, burned 4237 calories and road for almost 8 hours, we arrived to a 'Welcome Jessica!' sign on Sivan's front door. Sadie and Talia, Sivan's girls welcomed us with such energy around 8pm that Dean and I didn't know what to do! It was an incredible welcome after an extremely challenging day.
Sivan's home was incredibly welcoming and it felt good to stay at a friend's sisters home (thanks Danielle Turner!). Dean and I had purchased a six-pack of Yuengling beer a mike before arriving at her home and started to celebrate our long day before we even took showers. Talia left with her dad for the night, Sadie went to bed and after showers, Sivan made Dean and I a great dinner. Cheese and crackers, pasta and salad. And cookies. At like 10pm. Celebration! Fell asleep and woke up to Sivan's amazing breakfast spread of bagels, cream cheese and lox (c'mon, she's Jewish like me and I was thrilled!), omelets, turkey bacon, yogurt and fruit. WOW! Dean and I said our goodbyes after fueling our bodies and headed out of Charlottesville. We are definitely on the east coast. Drivers are impatient. They honk at us. They are all in a rush. It's frustrating and I long for the drivers in Kentucky and Missouri that just pass when it's safe and give you plenty of room.

We're in Louisa now, after 30 miles at a place that sells pie (just had apple pie with ice cream!) with Dean and we are parting ways here. It has been a great week of seeing him and it's always hard to part ways with someone you enjoy cycling with. This trip is about meeting fabulous Americans and Canadians (Dean!) and having to say goodbye. It's always hard because you want more time to stay another day someplace or spend more hours chatting at a coffee shop with someone. But, you must move on.

I'm still tired. I want to wake up and feel rested but it's not happening. So, I cycle to Spotsylvania today (30 more miles and it's already 4) and stay with my personal trainer's sister in law tonight. And, instead of biking the 70 miles into Washington DC tomorrow, I'll bike to Fredericksburg and Matt and Shailee, my brothers's really close friend from High School and wife are hosting me for two nights. Matt and Shailee came down to Brasil for my brother and Cassia's wedding a couple of years ago and I really enjoy them. They have a little girl Asha and that means more kid time!! Matt has offered to pick me up in Fredericksburg tomorrow after only a 15 mile bike ride from Spotsylvania, so I'll get in almost two days off, which I desperately need. I want the last two weeks to be enjoyable and without rest, they won't be. I need to recharge.

Thank you to all of you posting on Facebook, texting, emailing, calling. I'm sorry if I haven't responded, but I have such low energy and need the energy to ride and fuel my body. And rest. I feel your love and support and want to thank you all. Some people hit a wall at the beginning of a trip, some in the middle, some at the end. I'm hitting it now. But, I know I can scale this wall. I'll make it. The 'Q' word isn't even an option.

(Once I have better Internet, I'll add captions to the photos)

View from Rebecca and Lee's bench swing. Outside of Lexington VA

View from Wentworth backyard, in Buchanan

Rebecca and Lee's driveway/farm, in Lexington

Rebecca and Lee's pottery barn. They even make their own clay.

From left- Lee (owner of house), Nathaniel and Will (cyclists from Louisville), Rebecca (owner of house), Dean (cyclist from Nova Scotia)

Blue Ridge Mountain climb. Guys ahead were walking their bikes.

Dean, riding ahead of me. Blue Ridge Highway.

Made it to the top of Blue Ridge! A little more climbing to go. I'm looking out over the flat. Very flat terrain.

Last big mountain climb of my trip! Like, really big climb.

84 miles in of an 85 mile day. We are ALMOST to Sivan's home in Charlottesville. We made it!

Welcome sign made by Sivan's daughters, Talia and Sadie

Time to celebrate the climb with a few Yuengling!

Tired

I'm at the top of the Blue Ridge Highway. I'm tired, but more of an overall fatigue that set in a week ago. My mind and body know I have 2 weeks to go. I'm overlooking the other side of the mountain range. I wish I could see the ocean from here.
I lost it halfway up. Tears and tears. From fatigue and sadness it's all coming to an end and feeling overwhelmed by everyone's love and support... Friends in DC putting together a party with the 'ask' of $5 donations towards the Alliance (my charity), a friends sister putting me up tonight and so supportive even though she just offered to host me yesterday. The Ace Hotel putting me up at no cost in NYC for two nights... It's overwhelming. But I'm still tired.
I'll post about past two days soon enough.

Day 71. 3,570 Miles Bicycled. I Feel It.

I'm exhausted. The past 5 days I've cycled 301 miles, climbed/ascended over 18,000 feet. It has rained 4 out of 5 days. Honestly, I'm still loving all of it, I'm just tired. It's challenging. Heavy rains mean chain maintenance and cleaning of the bike every day. The gears jump or won't shift properly with all the grime that gets into the drive train. And, the rain washes off the chain lubricant quickly. I have a little hole in my seat and the water has seeped into the foam. For three days I was riding on a wet seat before I could wait for it to dry and place electrical tape on the hole. A wet seat means that within seconds, your bike shorts are wet, which could mean irritation and rashes. I got a little irritated but my seat is dry now. I need a new seat, but I'm not going to break one in the last 2.5 weeks of my trip! Wet weather means feet sloshing around as you pedal, and blisters on the feet where rubbing occurs. It means wet gloves and a wet shirt all day. It means the clothes I washed the night prior while showering (when I don't have laundry access) isn't going to dry during the day secured on top of my trailer. My flip flops smell like mildew and are sitting in a hotel sink soaking in water with some Tide. But, rain also means cooler weather, which is welcome. And, it helps put into perspective the dry days! You appreciate them more.

3 year old Sydney, my Angel. Look where she originally put my Road to Rhode sticker? ;)

The last few days of cycling have been a blur due to my exhaustion, but one thing I do remember from two days ago that I'll never forget. I was cycling on a beautiful road just after Hayters Gap and I pedaled next to a house with a big porch and a group of people sitting on it. I heard a little voice yell, "What's your name?" I noticed a little child near the porch. I yelled back, "Jessica! What's your name?" She said something I couldn't hear, so I decided to stop and say hello. It was 6pm and I told Dean, a fellow cyclist that was with the Wounded Warrior group and broke off on his own and Larry, at Crazy Larry's Hostel that I would be in Damascus by 7ish. I had no cell service in that area and I knew I had to push on the last 25 miles or so. But, this trip is about going with the flow at times, so I stopped. I learned that the little girl's name is Sydney, her dad is Benji, her mom is Britt and Benji's mom and grandparents were: Benny, Rose, Fred and Bessie. They are the Holbrook/Moore family and they offered me water and food, which I declined, knowing I had to get going (I had water and snacks with me). I wish I could have stayed and eaten some food and chatted with these really kind people for longer. They asked me a bunch of questions and I enjoyed Sydney's incredible extroversion, like mine! She's 3 years old, by the way. We took some photos and I was on my way. A few miles down the road, while riding passed the Interstate ramp, a truck ran a stop sign and came inches away from flattening me. After the initial feeling of fear, I continued on and thought about how fortunate I am that I stopped and Sydney stalled me enough so that I'm here today. Timing is everything. Sydney is an angel. There is always risk. I know many of you tell me you are worrying about me every day. But you know what? That could have happened back in Portland. I could have been walking across the street and someone runs a stop sign. I could be diagnosed with cancer and have 2 months to live tomorrow. Do we need near-death experiences like that to remind us not to take our precious lives for granted? To live and love everyday. For the remainder of the 20 miles of that ride, I felt fortunate it wasn't my time. I thanked sweet Sydney for calling out to me.

Crazy Larry's Hostel- a great place to stay!

I safely arrived in Damascus, a town full of mountain bikers and Appalachian Trail hikers and had an opportunity to catch up with Dean over dinner. We both stayed at Crazy Larry's Hostel in Damascus. The next day, Dean stayed behind for a layover day, and I rode on to Max Meadows. I stayed with Tony and his Great Dane Argos, Warm Showers hosts and Tony met me on his bike about 8 miles out since he was able to leave work early. I treated him to a burger dinner and we bought ice cream for dessert!

Yesterday morning, Tony rode with me for about 13 miles (thank you Tony!) and I met Donald and Marian for lunch. I have never met Don and Marian, but I met their son Jay a few weeks ago in Caneyville KY at Beth and Garry Feltus' home, warm showers hosts I stayed with. Jay was visiting them from the Bay Area and his folks live in Rhode Island in the winter and are campground hosts right off the ACA Trans-Am near Dublin. They treated me to lunch (THANK YOU!) and I fully enjoyed their company. I would have stayed at their campground, but Dublin was a mid-day break for me. I continued on to Christiansburg and got a hotel room near the mall area. In fact, who's excited to see me in different clothes? I am! I walked to New River Mall from my hotel and there was a Dick's Sporting Goods. They had two great bike shirts. So, I'm throwing out two old bike tank shirts that are stained with grease and dirt and sweat and I get to wear two new ones. That's very exciting for me! You may not recognize me in new clothes!

I talked with my brother Dave last night. I'm sure he could hear how defeated and exhausted I am. He told me about his experience backpacking in Africa and trying to make deadlines. Trying to get to places by a certain date. "It's not worth it," he said. "Take your time, enjoy." Tony happened to call and I thought maybe he was just checking in to see if I arrived safely from his home in the morning to Christiansburg. But, he actually offered to drive me to Roanoke VA since he had to be here for the day today. I took him up on it, knowing that I would be skipping about 30 miles of my route. I don't like skipping miles (I did it in Montana due to snow), but I have a Warm Showers host tonight expecting me in Buchanan and I now only have about 20 miles to ride today. I'm currently at the public library here catching up. I'll have lunch with Tony on his work break and then ride to Buchanan. Tomorrow was supposed to be an intense 85 mile day over the Blue Ridge Mountains, but I decided to do 30 miles tomorrow to Lexington VA, stay at what sounds like an awesome farm- with a swimming pool(!) and then ride over the mountains the next day. I don't need to push myself to the point of unhappiness. I want to enjoy these last 2.5 weeks.

Yesterday, I opened a small envelope my friend Rachel gave me at the start of the trip. It says, "For you to open on a day of challenges..." I opened it yesterday. Yesterday's mileage or terrain was not particularly hard, but it was the first day of my over 2-month trip that every pedal pushed seemed like forever. So, I opened her note read it and sobbed tears of joy and feelings of support, remembering all the people cheering me on everyday.

Dear Jess-
I don't know how far into your adventure you will read this. However, if it is on a tough day, I want to remind you it will pass. If you are wet and/or cold, I wish for you a day break of warm sunshine. If your bones or muscles ache, I hope you know it is your body slowly getting stronger. If you are lonely, I hope you can focus on all the folks who have you in their minds and in their hearts. May the wind be always at your back! You can do it and we are proud of you! Love Rachel

My body is saying, "Nourish me. Let me sleep. Take care of me so that we can end strong and steady. Why rush something you don't want to end? Why speed through something and not enjoy each and every mile on this epic journey?"

Sydney, and the rest of the Holbrook family. Benji, her dad isn't in the photo since he's taking it!

Dead bugs... all over my upper chest. Stuck to my wet body. Sexy, eh?

I gave Sydney one of my stickers and her dad took this photo the next day. Apparently, she wanted him to text the photo to me!

Tony- my Warm Showers host! Thanks for the bike rides!

I Need an Ark to Get Out of Kentucky

Yup, I knew I'd get weather like this at some point. Days of rain and thunderstorms. Inclement enough to not allow any article of clothing on my body to dry. I haven't put my dark sunglass lenses in my sunglasses in days. Soaked through and pushing up hills of Appalachia. Fun times. I had a productive, restful day off at Buckhorn Lake State Park and pedaled myself up the access hill out onto the road early yesterday morning to ride to Hindman. It was a shorter, easier day. Less hills, along a stream and less mileage. I was wet the entire ride due to a few downpours and the ride wasn't all that attractive. I can't believe all the garbage. Just like Wyoming's roads reminded me of a third world country, Kentucky's garbage alongside the road yesterday did the same. Most of the garbage was from drink and food containers and I didn't see a lot of garbage bags. So, I'm assuming it's just a cultural thing. It's just acceptable behavior to chuck things out of your window here. Even with the $500 fine threat (who gets caught littering anyway?) posted everywhere, I was disappointed by the amount of garbage. It's a system issue. People living in poverty or close to the poverty line need to pay for garbage service and they can't afford it. So where does it go? In the woods, along the road. Businesses don't have trash cans outside their doors here because people will dump their garbage in them. I wanted to jump in and swim in the river I was following yesterday a few times, but the garbage and old car tires in the water dissuaded me immediately. And, who wants to swim when you've been wet all day I ask myself. I got a flat tire on my trailer, first flat since western Kansas. Fixed it quickly and arrived in Hindman around 2:30 to sunshine for most of the afternoon and evening. I stayed at the Hindman Historic Cycling Hostel, run by David Smith. He greeted me with a sweet tea and pointed me in the direction of the tent. Cyclists have the option of putting up their own tent or staying in a large one on the property with three sections. I choose his tent, knowing it was going to rain all night and that way, my tent would stay dry. And less work on my part! David had snacks out and took my bag of laundry (lots of damp, smelly bike clothes... I'm sure he used to that!). We chatted a bit and waited for two others to show up. David prefers at least 24 hours notice since he prepares two amazing meals, dinner and breakfast for cyclists. Cost is $25 and it's a deal! Ellis and his son Stu showed up (it was cool because I've been following Stu's trip on Twitter and he caught up to me! Check out his blog at www.coledude.com) a couple hours later and we enjoyed nice dinner, as I said prepared by David with lots of conversation about the places we've seen and visited from Oregon to Hindman KY. David made chicken & dumplings, beans, cole slaw, heirloom tomato slice, corn, watermelon and banana split for dessert!

Stu, Ellis and I shared the large tent and man the rain came down! Luckily the tent stayed perfectly dry. We had breakfast at 7:30, a great spread of lots of fruit, cereal options, coffee cake and strawberry shortcake. I left David's about 8:45am and began my long 70 mile day. The first 22 miles were mellow and then hills. Some intense hills yesterday. In fact, yesterday I climbed the most ascended feet in one day on this trip, 5900 feet. The hills were steep and windy over the 70 mile day, but being drenched all day didn't help. I mean, still loved riding, but hard day. Challenging. And, the weirdest thing happened... While climbing a hill I saw a car stopped up a ways and when I passed it, I didn't see anybody. But, when I looked into the trees a little there was a man. Taking a poop. Yup, right there. Awesome. Something I really didn't want to see. Ever. Especially while climbing a 12% grade hill! When you're climbing that slowly due to the grade, the bugs surround you which isn't fun. The mosquitoes bite and the others drown in your sweat and you end the day covered in bugs. And I wonder why I've only had one marriage proposal on this trip... I actually got a phone call halfway up the hill (I've had no cell service consistently for days and then my phone was ringing!) and I took it for the break. In fact, I walked up part of the hill and chatted to a friend. For the first time, walked. Only a little bit, but it was steep and a nice break on the muscles.
See day stats here : http://connect.garmin.com/activity/356697910

In almost every community, I've passed Family Resource & Youth Service Center signs near schools. Their full acronym, FRYSC's (pronounced 'frisky' by my colleagues here in KY) are in 90% of schools here in KY and a great partner to school health work. Their primary goal is remove barriers to learning and the school-based centers are designed to provide resources and support families. I mention these because this great resource is another opportunity to educate, support and bring together the school and community together. Especially in areas that are high poverty and rural. I've heard my KY colleagues mention the work and partnership with FRYSC's and it was cool to pass so many of them and understand a little of what they are and do. I cycle and observe everything through the lens of what I do and who I am. And every person doing this has their lens(es) as they ride. A naturalist might identify plants or birds as they ride, a photographer might look to capture the ambience through a photo. We ride the same roads and experience similar things, however, who we are and what we are passionate about frames our ride.

I've made it to Virginia! The final state on the Adventure Cycling Association's Trans-Am Route. I will not be riding through to Yorktown unfortunately to complete the entire Trans-Am, but that's because my trip doesn't end here, as most Trans-Amer's do. I will pick up the Atlantic Coast Route and head north once I get to the Richmond Va area.

So, goodbye Kentucky! I won't miss the whistles/sexual harassment comments out of trucks or being chased by dogs (prevalent the past few days... although I hear VA has their share of unleashed dogs as well). I will miss the huge butterflies (hope they continue), people sitting on porches and waving at me, barn quilts and most importantly my good friends and colleagues here who hosted me, spent time with me, encouraged me, took me to dinner, loved and supported me. Hoping I'm back soon!

Moss is to Oregon as Kudzu is to Kentucky (see photo). It's taking over!!

How Am I Doing This?

A lot of people I meet have asked me how I've been able to do this trip mid-career. Most people cycling the Trans-Am are right out of college or retired. In fact, in Bendavis MO, the owner of the only business in town (I think, at least), the gas station, told me his thoughts about who takes this cross country bike voyage:
-Foreigners
-Retirees
-Just out of college- to "find themselves"
-Unemployed
-Independently wealthy

He asked me which category I fit into and I laughed and said, "None, actually!" He looked at me skeptically thinking it was one of the two final categories. Since this trip has been on my 'bucket-list' for 23 years, I've seriously considered it something I can and will do. Making it happen is of course a different story. I've made some sacrifices, but I just set my mind to it. What's costly is not the trip itself, but the lack of income and savings not occurring while on the trip. This trip is costing less than taking a family of 4 from Oregon to Florida to Disney World for a week. So far, on food and lodging (my biggest expenses), I've spent under $1700 since June 5. Of course the gear and 40 hour bike maintenance course cost more. But overall, this trip isn't that expensive. It's the living costs and lack of income you have to take into consideration. I'm paying to store my car, I have health insurance that I pay for (I own my own business), I have business costs (sustaining a website, invoicing systems, etc) and I do pay rent for a place in Portland. Although, I did move out of my beautiful place, I have a room at a friends home with about 20% of my stuff in it. I also pay for a storage unit for the other 80% of my belongings. I took a big risk by not taking clients/work over the summer and doing this trip. I asked myself over and over, "Will I get work come fall? Will people think of me and hire me again?" But, you know, sometimes you have to say, "Screw it, it doesn't matter. I'm doing this no matter what. It's worth it. Even if I'm not contributing to my 401K for 6 months. Even if it takes awhile to find work afterwards. Even if I have to re-think my career. Even if I have to move. This dream, this journey is worth it."

Ten Commandments, posted everywhere along the road in Western Kentucky.

It was recommended that I stay at Buckhorn Lake State Park. I didn't realize it would be about 8 miles more added to my day... up some intense hills, but I got here and it's worth it. I left Slade/Miguel's Campground yesterday morning and cycled the 66 miles to Buckhorn Lake. It was not an easy ride. I woke up to pouring rain, which is kind of nice in a tent, but packing up a wet tent isn't super fun. My gear stays dry, whether in the tent or in my trailer, so I'm never worried during a downpour at night. However, the day was incredibly hilly, humid and I was drenched the entire ride. I saw a lot of turtles & salamanders. I wasn't cold, it was warm out and at times, the rain was welcome. However, after 66 miles in wet clothing, your entire body starts to prune! And, cycling in feet sloshing around in your shoes isn't so fun. I do have shoe covers that are waterproof, but for some reason yesterday, I just decided the rain was welcome. Maybe a baptism of sorts? I am in the bible belt. Although, I haven't sinned recently. I mean, I may have thrown a banana peel (if you've been religiously, no pun intended, reading my blog, you remember my early comments about banana peels? I'm a believer now, again no pun intended!) into the trees alongside the road. That's probably the worst sin I've committed. Well, Jamie and I did drink beer in a dry county. So, maybe that was it. But looking at the 10 Commandments posted all over Western KY (see photo), I seemed to have followed them quite well while riding through this area. I mean, I respected the Sabbath, although my Sabbath being Jewish is Friday sundown to Saturday... so I didn't do that. But, I did go to church last Sunday. I haven't taken the Lord's name in vain. I honored my mother and father- I sent them a postcard this week and thanked them for their love and support. I definitly did NOT commit adultery, kill anyone, steal, covet or bear false witness. But, I'll take the cleansing of the rain either way!

In Booneville, I decided to call the Buckhorn Lake State Park and reserve a room at the lodge rather than camp. That way, I can dry off, have air conditioning and a good night's rest. I figured I've only spent $48 on lodging the entire time in Kentucky over the past week and a half. I arrived around 6pm, wet and tired. I was immediately taken by the beauty and remoteness of this area and upon checking in, I was spontaneous and booked another night. It might mean a couple of longer days ahead, but worth the layover. And, the access road in here will be quite a downhill and then climb out. The 8 miles, a lot of it uphill, will probably take me over an hour just to get back on the road.

I showered, hung out my tent to dry over my balcony, sat and enjoyed the view and then ate dinner in the dining room at the lodge. I slept extremely well. I'm excited to have a day to catch up. I always have emails to respond to, postcards to write, receipts to enter into my spreadsheet, bike stats to enter into another spreadsheet, fundraising thank you notes, photos to download, blog to update. This is a full time job, no doubt. And, I plan on taking a short hike today. My forearms are sore today for the first time. I'm not sure if it's from darts or basketball the other day or climbing yesterday. One thing that's been quite a surprise to me is that I have NOT taken one pill while on this trip. Not one Advil, Aleve or Tylenol. Not one Nyquil, anti-histamine or allergy pill. I've had no headaches (not even my once a month headache during menstruation), no pain or severe soreness that has warranted it. I'm not playing a hero, I have all these pills with me. I just am amazed how healthy and free of pain I've been. I must be doing what I'm supposed to. Eating well, sleeping enough, drinking enough water, stretching, resting. I urge you to do the same. Be active. Eat nutrient-rich foods. Breathe. Meditate. Grieve. Heal. Rest. Enjoy loved ones. Laugh. Laugh some more. Take care of something you have 100% control over- your mind and body.

The rain brought these guys out on the road.

Sunset from my balcony. Incredibly peaceful with sounds of cicadas and crickets I assume

Being alone, I really can't do all these activities. But, a great place to bring a family!

Finally, a Daisy in Kentucky

I rode from Harrodsburg to Berea in the late afternoon/early evening after saying goodbye to the Davis family. I arrived in the Folks Arts and Crafts Capital of Kentucky early evening and took a spin around the adorable city and through Berea College. Purchased a bourbon ball (a bite-sized chocolate treat with filling flavored with bourbon) and bourbon pecan fudge. My warm showers hosts, Andy and Page picked me up in town and we drove about 6 miles out to their home. They have two daughters (one in MS and one in HS) and 7 dogs! Andy and Page are up early, so they showed me what I needed for food and shower and went to bed early. The next morning, Andy made me eggs for breakfast and we chatted about school health, since he's worked in and around that area as well! Andy and I jumped on our bikes and we rode into town together. He showed me around his work building (Gear Up/Promising Neighborhoods at Berea College- he's a data person!) and pointed me in the right direction to head to Slade Kentucky, in Natural Bridge State Park near Red River Gorge. Thanks to Andy and Page for hosting me!!

I cycled 65 miles to Natural Bridge State Park and the ride wasn't only beautiful but got me mentally centered again on my trip after so much time off the bike and hanging with friends socially. That alone time helps me get back into what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. I thought a lot about how Kentucky for me, is associated with my friend and colleague Jamie Sparks. Most of the KY experiences I've had- Keeneland, Bourbon Trail, work training events have been with him. And, being someone from a very different place in the country, the south intimidated me a bit. I talked different, I had a very different upbringing and I always felt like a visitor in a foreign state. I fell in love with the state, the experiences and honestly, Jamie, however this trip gave me the opportunity to make this state my own. I've had my own adventures here and I feel confident and welcome to be here as a guest, an American versus a foreign visitor. I might still talk funny to them, but I've made Kentucky my own special place. I still love it here. There is something that draws me. The beauty, the people and the access to the outdoors.

Part of my steep hike in Natural Bridge State Park. Felt good on the quads after cycling 65 miles!

I arrived at Natural Bridge State Park in time to take the Sky Lift (basically a ski lift) up to the top of a large hill to see the bridge. This area is picture- perfect and I wish I had a better camera lens to capture the scenery. I ended up hiking in the area and back down to the bottom of the Sky Lift where I had locked my bicycle. You know, why not put in 4-5 miles of hiking after a 65 mile bike ride?!?

Three rock climbers slept like this in their hammocks in campground- thought it was hilarious!

I got to Miguel's... a Pizza Restaurant/Campground that hosts rock-climbers from all over the world. I didn't hear a Kentucky accent, until Jamie showed up the next day! I set up camp, ate dinner (big salad and pizza, with my favorite topping- broccoli) and crashed super early. On Tuesday, I had a big breakfast at Miguel's and Jamie showed up. We planned to do a 30+ mile day ride/loop together and enjoy the Red River Gorge. It was dreamy to ride without hauling 80-90lbs! Within a couple of miles, I looked down and there to the right of me off the shoulder was a beautiful, lone daisy. Looking up at me shouting, "I'm here! Pick me!" I haven't seen any in Kentucky and being my favorite flower and feeling daisy- guidance and support in the west, it's been awhile. I picked the daisy and it stayed behind my ear the entire day. Serendipitous to see one while riding with someone I care about so much. We rode for about 4 hours, stopping to play darts, enjoy hot dogs and beer at Sky Bridge Station in Pine Ridge. We chatted most of the way riding, except for when I was killing it on the uphills and Jamie was... well, he was too! ;) We finished about 4 hours later after a gorgeous ride. Jamie and I put on our swimsuits and went to the nearby State Park pool at the Lodge and cooled off, even though the weather has been perfect- low 80's. We got back to Miguel's, showered, played some basketball (Jamie beat me at HORSE) and enjoyed more pizza and salad. I introduced Jamie to broccoli on pizza (we had chorizo on there too) and his comment was, "I think this is the best pizza I've ever had!"

Darts! Yesterday included cycling, darts, swimming, basketball and eating, of course.

One thing I should mention about Jamie is that he's an amazing planner when it comes to trips. So, he brought a big Gatorade cooler (yes, like sports teams have and the same one he brought on our road trip a year and half ago to New Orleans from Nashville to see UK basketball win the 2012 National Championship!) filled with Yuengling Beer, ice and his delicious homemade salsa I love. After eating pizza, we spent the rest of the evening chatting, telling stories, laughing, drinking some beer in the lawn chairs he brought and listening to music. At around 10:30pm, unfortunately his allergies kicked in, so he drove back home to Morehead (about an hour, and at that point sober, btw). It's always hard to know what to write, what to share, how personal to be, but I'll say this... when I'm with Jamie, I want time to slow down. And when he drove away, my heart sank, as it always does. And a car came by and I thought, 'maybe he came back?' but it drove on by. And yet again, I know it'll be months until I see him again.

A lot of the ride was secluded and gorgeous. Get it? Red River Gorge was GORGEous.

What is it About Saying Goodbye?

It's hard to put into words all the emotions I'm feeling right now at the end of my weekend. Let me try...
•Loved
•Supported
•Empowered
•Rested
•Content
•Appreciative
•Happy

Friday night Todd, Jan, Noah and Ella had plans so I got to rest in their home and catch up on some things. Saturday morning, Todd cooked Noah and I omelets and the girls (Jan and Ella) were off to Lexington for clothes shopping for Kindergarten for Ella. Todd, Noah and I picked my bike up at Danville Bike and Footwear, a bike shop that hooked me up with a great tune-up and trued my trailer wheel, which somehow became a little wobbly! Noah and I played some soccer outside, Todd's other daughter Alison stopped by while Todd was practicing guitar and we left the house around 6 to meet up with many more of my school health colleagues for dinner- teachers, Alliance for a Healthier Generation staff, Department of Education and Department of Health staff. There were 16 of us in total, including spouses and kids. We went to Wallace Station in Versailles KY, suggested by Jamie (who wasn't able to join us), and it was a great suggestion. Live music, footballs and soccer balls in the field in back for the kids to run around, picnic tables outside and awesome hamburgers. My burger had bacon and bleu cheese on it. I collected 5 pickles from those not interested in MY favorite food and ate every last pickle on my plate! I felt loved, supported and energized as I shared stories of my trip and checked in with everybody. I was amazed how many people really follow my blog and refer to stories or experiences. This happens regularly, even with people that host me and I'm amazed that you all are engaged. I have to admit that writing is incredibly challenging for me. And, this blog has been the first time in my life that I've voluntarily written something so personal and willing to share. Ok, ok, I have performed in Mortified in Portland and Los Angeles... but that's different!

This morning, I choose to leave later and spend more time with Todd's family. We all went to church together. I really wanted to see Todd play guitar during the service, and, organized faith hasn't been a part of my trip. I mean, this journey has been incredibly spiritual, but I haven't attended any services. I'm Jewish, so haven't attended a church service in years. But, I enjoyed going and felt very welcome. In fact, the minister, even asked me, "I know this sounds weird, but doesn't your butt hurt?" Ok, I did NOT expect a Christian Kentucky minister to ask me that one. He was concerned the question offended me... he obviously doesn't know it would take a lot more to offend me and I loved his question. I just told him that believe it or not, your butt gets in shape and seat breaks in. So, no- it doesn't hurt! I had some quiet time in church (never thought I'd say that sentence) to reflect on my trip and continue to pray to the energy out there that I believe in, to keep me healthy and safe for the rest of my journey. I was able to appreciate my mental health, emotional health and physical health to allow me to do something so challenging. I was able to give thanks to those that have been part of my journey in any way. The people back in Oregon supporting me to those that have bought me meals, hosted me, texted me that they're proud of me, joined me to cycle, contacted me to tell me they religiously read my blog and so on.

We got back from church and Jan made a delicious lunch so we all ate family-style. We have had many laughs this weekend, something I really appreciate. Ella said a prayer and when I gave thanks to the Davis family, I got choked up. I really loved staying there this weekend and feel part of yet another family that supports me. As I left the Davis family, gave my hugs and cycled away, I reflected on how I am the one pedaling, but there is no way I could do this trip without everyone who has been so generous and loving. Todd did text me tonight and sent me a video of Ella and Noah saying goodbye. Todd- I do expect a video of them singing my family's "Here we go again..." song! :)

Todd also told me his kids were pretty emotional when I left. I was too. So what is it? A human connection after only two days so deep that grief and loss is felt. I feel it too, almost daily on this trip. Somedays, I cycle away with tears streaming down my face. And, it's amazing.

Look where Noah put his Road to Rhode sticker?? On his bike! I think Ella put one on hers too later.

Davis family photo! Todd, Jan, Ella and Noah

Dancing to live music at Wallace Station with Carly and Ella!

Eating ice cream sandwiches... you know the other day was National Ice Cream Sandwich Day. I had two, since I missed National Ice Cream Sandwich Day.

Friends, friends and 3000 miles!!

I arrived in Elizabethtown a little later than anticipated due to losing an hour as a result of crossing over into my final timezone! I arrived at Larry and Jennifer's home in Radcliff, just north of Elizabethtown about 5pm. Jennifer is a retired teacher from Portland Public Schools and I haven't seen her in about eight years. Her husband, Larry is from Kentucky and so they moved back here eight years ago. I had an opportunity to visit with Larry, Jennifer and their adorable dog Axel before having dinner plans with another colleague and friend.

Jamie, a colleague and one of my closest friends whom I met almost two years ago in Louisville at American School Health Association's conference happened to be doing a training in Elizabethtown the following day. In fact, his hotel was almost across the street from Jennifer's, so it was convenient for him to bring me to dinner. I haven't seen him since March, so our dinner conversation was super nerdy... around school health. We could check in about HECAT, PECAT, SHI, SHG, AFHK, ASHA, AAHPERD, KYCSH, KAHPERD, FRYSC, AHG, CSH, CSPAP, CDC... for hours. The acronyms go on and on. He persuaded me to come to hotel and fix his tires and tubes (I think he wanted to make sure I've been the one actually doing my bike maintenance!) and we went swimming (I'm a fish and always have a bathing suit with me, remember?) and he brought me back at 10:26, just in time, since Larry told Jamie my curfew was 10:30! ;)

That's my, 'REALLY JAMIE? DID I GET SUCKED INTO THIS?' face.

Me, crashing the PECAT  and Alliance for a Healthier Generation/Healthy Schools Program Training!! — Me, crashing the PECAT and Alliance for a Healthier Generation/Healthy Schools Program Training!!

I had more time to visit with Jennifer and Larry (and snuggle with Axel) in the morning before hopping on my bike at 9 and riding 9 miles to Jamie's training. Jamie was facilitating a training on Physical Education Curriculum Analysis Tool and CSPAP (Comprehensive School Physical Activity Programs) and Jacy Wooley, from the Alliance for a Healthier Generation (my charity!!) was facilitating a Healthy Schools Program workshop for Hardin County who are now on board with the Alliance starting this year! I couldn't NOT show up to this training and at least say hello. So, Jamie introduced me, told them some stories he loves to share about my trip and I got to answer questions and take a large group photo. I connected with Jacy for awhile and then I was on my way to Bardstown, bourbon capital of the WORLD. Not only bourbon capital of the world, but where I hit my 3000 mile mark! I arrived in Bardstown just as Jamie, who had finished his training at noon drove up and our friend/colleague Todd Davis was only 10 miles away. Todd is the PANT (Physical Activity, Nutrition, Tobacco) coordinator at the KY Dept of Ed (my counterpart when I was at the Dept of Ed in Oregon) and the three of us enjoyed an awesome lunch at Circa in Bardstown. I should mention, the weather here has been lovely. Like, Portland Oregon summertime weather. Warm, but not hot and not much humidity. We sat outside and the 3 of us enjoyed being together yet again! We all travel often for work and meet up all over the country quite regularly. Last time we were all together was Charlotte and I suspect we'll all be together in Myrtle Beach in October.

Todd left after lunch and Jamie had his bike with him so we got on bikes and cycled to Barton's Distillery. In the past couple of years, Jamie has taken me to many bourbon distilleries in Kentucky and I've officially completely the Kentucky Bourbon Trail. We took the tour, did a tasting (best part!) and cycled back to his car. Jamie left to go home for the weekend to Morehead and I cycled to my other colleague, Vicki's mother-in-law, Rita's home. Vicki works in public health in Kentucky, but works closely with the Dept of Education folks. Rita greeted me at the door and welcomed me into her lovely home. I had an opportunity to sit and visit with Rita, her daughter Penny and grandsons as they asked me question after question about my trip! Vicki came to pick me up and she and I went to a delicious dinner at Talbott Tavern. We had a great time checking in and I really appreciate Vicki coming to meet me for dinner and setting me up in Rita's home. I got back from dinner and basically crashed (so tired!) into a deep sleep. Rita offered me breakfast in the morning and Friday's ride was just perfect. I'm back on the ACA Trans-Am route and the roads were mostly isolated (not many cars) and rolling hills all day. Just perfect.

Holy cow! My bike, Jamie and Todd sitting for lunch... this means I actually made it from Oregon to Kentucky. This is amazing.

After so much time visiting with friends that I care about and love, it was nice to have some alone time on Friday. I'm an extravert, as I've said, but I cherish my alone time. It's so needed, even though I want to see everyone I love and care about all the time, while here. Friday's ride gave me the time to be 'back on' MY trip. Centered again. Although, one really nice break in the middle of the day was delightful. My colleague Barb Donica, whom I met probably ten years ago through Society of State Directors of Health and PE, brought a picnic lunch and met me at Lincoln Homestead State Park. We had a wonderful picnic (thanks Barb!), catching up on more school health acronyms (ha!) and said goodbye until ASHA in Myrtle Beach as well.

I enjoyed the afternoon ride and arrived at Todd and Jan's (and Ella and Noah) home in Harrodsburg. I mentioned Todd above, but he's a really good friend and colleague and I was just so excited to meet his family. I hear so much about his wife Jan and their kids and I'm thrilled they were willing to host me. It means a lot to me.

Todd brought me to the local bike shop so my bike could have it's first professional 'tune-up' on the trip and I got back and hung out with the kids a bit.

Lunch with Jamie and Todd in Circa in Bardstown.

Typical rest stop for me. Friday was a Klondike bar and cold water, with a brand-name Climax. No joke.

Barb Donica took this photo after our lovely picnic lunch! Thanks Barb!

Owensboro- Elizabethtown

Schley and I- check out that awesome shirt!

My ride from Morganfield to Owensboro was beautiful. The Kentucky I know and remember from the central part of KY I've visited in the past are typical here too. Plenty of Bar-BQ options, many small towns (although Kentucky is an urban metropolis compared to Kansas and Missouri!), corn fields, fences, horses and farms. Its rolling hills are fun and not too strenuous (yet!). I've slimmed my mileage down from 70-80 to 40-50 a day this week to stop and enjoy. I've met tons of amazing people already in my two days here. Although, I was pretty impressed I haven't had one whistle, one sexual harassment remark the entire trip and guess what? Three whistles from 3 different cars passing me. Still not ok... but I do stick out in my spandex and bicycle. Ohhhh, Kentucky.

I stayed in Owensboro, on the Ohio River with warmshowers.org host Danielle and her 5 year old adorable daughter Ava. Danielle's mom, Pat, lives across the street and when I pulled onto their street, three people were frantically waving me over! It was great to be greeted outside their home and within seconds I heard an accent that was not from Kentucky from both Pat and Danielle. What was it I heard? Could it be? A New York accent in Owensboro Kentucky? Yup! Originality from Merrick NY, and moved here around 2005 (work related). And, both Pat and Danielle are pretty serious cyclists! I showered up, did laundry, and we all sat for dinner an hour later. Their friend Schley came over to eat with us as well, another avid cyclist. He told us we talk so fast. I mean, get two original New Yorkers, a Nutmegger (CT) with a mom from Long Island (me) and we talk loud and fast. It's just the dynamic of who we are! There's a culture to it...but funny being in Kentucky experiencing it. I enjoyed kid-time with Ava and as always, crashed and slept very well. Pat brought me to Smothers Park, the new beautiful waterfront park. The city invested a lot to redesign the waterfront and it looks fabulous.

I looked at the weather forecast for the day and it said rain, most of the day and heavy at night near my destination, Falls of Rough State Park. So, before leaving Danielle and Ava's home, I checked www.warmshowers.org and found hosts close to there that got back to me within the hour. Beth and Garry would be hosting me that evening!

I'm not even sure how to fully explain the beautiful setting of Beth and Garry's home. They live on 60 acres and have custom built a fabulous home. They moved to KY from NJ, but have their property on the market to move to Omaha NE to be closer to their son and grandchildren. You can check out their property if you do a search on Facebook for Kentucky Home and Farm For Sale.

In January, I came to Kentucky to do work with the KY Department of Education's Coordinated School Health team (Todd, Steph and Jamie) and stayed through the weekend with Jamie to hang out in Lexington, see some more colleagues (Melissa from Alliance for a Healthier Generation, the organization I'm trying to raise $25,000 for), and just hang out. On Sunday, Jamie brought me to his hometown, Morehead, in Eastern KY to see the town and surrounding area (beautiful!) and meet his grandparents. While there, I noticed the barn quilts and asked about them. Jamie said it was something to do with tourism and quilts, but I didn't get much more out if him. Fast forward to Beth and Garry's because Beth actually paints these barn quilts for her county with a group of people! And, she paints them on her own for friends and for sale. I got the full story from Beth on these beautiful art pieces and was surprised to hear they hang in a majority of states, but have only seen them here in Kentucky! For more information on these click here.
Beth and Garry's friend Jay was visiting from the Bay Area and the four of us enjoyed an evening filled with laughter, conversations, dog-snuggling (Nikki, Norm and Robin/Lorraine... I already miss you), and Garry's amazing culinary expertise... a five-star dinner! I stayed in their adorable cabin next to their gorgeous home and woke up to sounds of birds all around the property. Unfortunately it was cloudy, however, still a majestic setting. I got up early to take some photos of the property which includes not only the land, but fields for hay, 2 horses, 3 dogs, 10 laying chickens and a cat named Oscar, named for resembling The Grouch.

I left for Elizabethtown with a full stomach of 2 poached eggs on top of a heap of veggies, potatoes and leftover chicken from dinner the night prior, cooked of course, by Garry!

Typical fences you see all over Kentucky

Lunch spot between Danielle's and Beth and Gary's.

Barn Quilt on Beth and Garry's barn, painted by Beth.

My cabin at Beth and Garry's. And 2 of their 10 chickens.

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