The last day…

Boy, I was pretty worried about this last day. We were scheduled to do 84.8 miles from Marshalltown to Cedar Rapids, but let me tell you something. I was going on about four hours of sleep. See, the night before, while we were tenting in Marshalltown, a mega storm hit. We had to abandon our tents to seek shelter due to a tornado watch. Talk about scary. And that was after a wonderful day walking around Marshalltown, hitting the Purple Cherry. It was a really cool yogurt shop. But, despite the storms, few hours of sleep, we made it. Of[…]

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Beyond Words

I returned home from Ragbrai on Saturday evening, and I’ve been trying to find a word to describe the entire experience. I mean, I’m a writer, lover of words, but I couldn’t really come up with a good one. Sure, amazing, tiring, scary, unforgettable came to mind. Those are all fine and dandy. But how do you put to words riding 407 miles in five days. I did the math…yes, I needed a calculator…81.4 miles per day. I can’t even say that without shaking my head in disbelief. So, I figured I’d take a little bit at a time and[…]

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Tomorrow . . . .

We leave tomorrow for Ragbrai!!! I’m a bundle of excitement and nerves all rolled up into HOLY COW I’m going to bike across Iowa. I’m not sure what kind of internet access I’ll have, so you can follow Ragbrai on Facebook. I’m sure they’ll be posting updates. <–Can you believe that picture? All those people. Holy cow. You might know a little about our story with Ragbrai, but I’ll share it here again. We’re riding for: Lynn Boeyink (My mother in law) who passed away in October (2011) from cancer. Mary B–the mother of my hubby’s dear friend–who died in[…]

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Yum

HI. Rachel here again. So, remember yesterday when I asked the question, “What song gets your blood pumpin’?” Yeah, the song, You’ve got the Power, by Snap does it for me when it comes to biking and exercising, but I’ll tell ya, my guy, Brandon helps with that, too. The first time I saw him, I was screaming up Headland Hill on my seventy-five-mile bike ride. So, I was tired, having ridden sixty-some miles already, then with this hill, a killer hill, my legs were pooped out. But then this guy zooms by me like we’re just on flatland or[…]

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