While it’s been a season of grief for Cliff and I saying goodbye to all the things we know we’ll miss, I also can’t help but be overwhelmed by gratitude for what I have.
I’m only riding here because of the kind soul who gifted me this new trisuit recently, the crazy story of how I got these new wheels when my old ones kept going bust, and the gift of this bike when I’d sold mine for a deaf Nepalese girl over a decade ago.
And of course, because Cliff is alive and well post-transplant to get me to ride again. You are the biggest miracle of all.