In my 13th year with Pelotonia, I'm not exactly a biking enthusiast, but the cause keeps me coming back. Riding isn't my thing, yet there's this annual knot of fear I willingly embrace. It's my attempt to grasp a smidgen of the uncertainty someone with cancer must feel. The ride, for me, goes beyond just pedaling—it's a way to connect with that emotional rollercoaster of a cancer diagnosis.

It's not about the thrill of biking; it's about channeling empathy into action. Every pedal is a symbolic push for hope. My motivation isn't some adrenaline rush; it's thinking about my dad facing cancer and wanting to make a difference. Pelotonia, backing The James Cancer Research, has become my way to contribute, not just to my dad's journey but to countless others needing a dose of hope.

The James isn't just a hospital; it's a beacon of hope. Riding for Pelotonia isn't just about conquering physical challenges; it's about collectively funding research and making sure cancer isn't a life sentence. In my 13th year, the miles I cover aren't just about personal achievement but about being part of a movement that's saying, "Cancer, we're coming for you."

So, yeah, I might not be into biking, but I'm all in for a ride that means something more. In my 13th year with Pelotonia, I'm not just tackling the road; I'm pedaling towards a future where cancer is just a word in history, not a fear in the present. Together, we're steering towards a world where cancer isn't the big bad wolf anymore.