Cancer has deeply impacted my family. We’ve lost two children to different types of cancer, and currently, my teenage cousin Elliot is in remission. He’s our survivor, and my biggest inspiration.

Beyond that, we’ve lost several adult family members to cancer: pancreatic, brain, breast, bone, kidney and lung. With such a strong family history, the fear that something could be found is always lingering. Just a year ago, we had a terrifying scare with our teenage daughter and an osteochondroma of her condyle. Thankfully, it turned out to be nothing, but it was a stark reminder of how close cancer always feels.

Every year, I dedicate my ride to my cousin Elliot who is now 13! He’s fought and survived and that strength pushes me to keep going.

But this year, I’m also riding in memory of my Uncle Bozo, who we lost to pancreatic cancer. From the moment of his diagnosis to when he passed, we only had a few short weeks. His sudden loss has driven me to push myself harder and ride longer than I normally would.

On long rides, I’m motivated by the companionship of friends who join me. Having someone to ride with, to talk to, and even to take a pull or two makes the miles feel lighter.

When I’m riding solo, I rarely have a destination in mind. I just let my legs take me wherever they want to go, making sure to pass a store or two for snacks; usually Sour Patch Kids and something to hydrate with. That little bit of spontaneity keeps it fun.

Know your limits—but don’t be afraid to push them. Have a backup plan, like a supportive partner who can pick you up if needed (shout out to my hubby!). But most of all, don’t get down on yourself. There's never a bad day when you're on two wheels.

Keep pedaling.

Keep searching for the answers.

Never let cancer win.