The other day, I rode 53 miles. The goals; cover the 32 miles distance of the Bikur Cholim course inside of two hours, and then stay on the bike for at least 50 miles and three hours. I ended up covering the 32 miles in just under two hours, throwing in as many climbs as I could find to toughen things up, then continued for 20 miles, totaling 52 miles in three hours at 17.5 mph average.
Did it hurt? Yes! Did I suffer? Yes! Did it compare to the challenges of those dealing with illness, injury, medical challenges, and recovery? Not even close!
And that’s why I do it; those were three hard, fast, and lonely hours on a bike. I won’t be doing the Bikur Cholim MitzvahCycle as a leisurely spin on a bicycle, rolling gently through the lovely bucolic countryside of the Potomac Highlands, pushing the pedals with ease: I’m going to ride the hell out of the course, and give it everything I have!
Together, we’ve raised an incredible amount of money to help Bikur Cholim continue the work they do, from aiding my in-laws successfully through some life-challenging health issues, to all of the stories we hear about from our friends and families about how Bikur Cholim was there for them in those hardest hours, coming through with the services that pushed that whole notion of full-and-speedy recovers from prayers to reality.
I’m going to embody and honor it all - the money raised, your support, the fine people of Bikur Cholim, and those needing their services past, present, and future - into the hardest, fastest bike ride I can produce. It’s the least I can do to play my part, and say thank you to all of you, and to Bikur Cholim, and for my father and mother-in-law, whom truly know what Bikur Cholim is all about.
(and no: cycling is not a normal sport, but after so many years, too many years, and not enough years of doing it, I wouldn't have it any other way!)