I ended today at the home of a couple old friends, Jarrett and Angie Haskovec, in Chandler, AZ. Jarrett, never having been a cyclist before, has just bought a new road bike to train for a century ride around Lake Tahoe in June. He’s raising money for The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society through his ride — the right thing to do, he thinks, since he survived Hodgkin and non-Hodgkin lymphoma a few years back. To celebrate, we hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back out in about 30 hours round-trip, something he has already forgiven me for. Here’s his fundraising page if you’d like to read his story.
Oh, and Angie is no slouch, having raised $8,800 for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society by running a marathon the year after Jarrett beat the diseases.
Tony and I were thinking we’d roll into Phoenix with a short day today, but we managed to make it pretty long, 61 miles, with the last 25 or so clogged by stoplights and traffic in Surprise, Peoria and Phoenix. We dropped our bikes at Curt Kremer’s house, after meeting him on the canal bike path, about 200 feet out the back door of his office in Phoenix. I am about to take some NyQuil and sleep for 10 hours.
Exchange at restaurant today:
Tony: He’s a vegetarian.
Waitress [skeptically]: Oh, you’re a vegetarian? Huh. How’s that work out for you?
Guy in Brendan’s head: Not so good at all. I have a hard time. I actually was barely able to pedal my fully-loaded bike 375 miles over the past 6 days, with a cold. In fact, I’m barely hanging on.