Whoa! So Joy and I are up in Toronto and I get an email on the iPhone that says I have been accepted into the Santa Cruz Hellride. A competition where I will first have to get people to vote for me to go and then if I’m lucky enough, will fface off against three other regular Joes and Mar Weir in a 70 mile, 12 hour and some 10,000 plus foot elevation gain death march.

 

Sure I’ve never done a ride that long before, but my enjoyment of pain and suffering is only second to my love of ice cream, otherwise I’d be playing softball and drinking beer with all of the other middle aged white slobs in Central Park. So I figure I have a chance.