Well, it’s that time again.
By “that time” I mean that Paul and I have registered for our annual Cycle for Life ride to raise money for cystic fibrosis research, but we’ve done absolutely nothing else. We’ve raised zero dollars between us, and we’ve made the ride organizers sufficiently nervous that they’ve sent us a lovely, gentle reminder e-mail. Also an annual occurrence. (I’m sorry, guys. We love this cause, but we are both terrible procrastinators.)
We did actually get on our bikes, which is something.
Nobody is going for hero status this year, and we’re both riding the 10-mile course, so I don’t expect to end up whining to you while balancing frozen vegetables on my thighs.
Paul would be delighted to out-fundraise me this year, which he has *coughcough* never done. If you think that would be fun, donate to his ride.
If you’re more into the status quo and the correct balance of the universe, feel free to donate to my ride.
In all seriousness, if you are in a position to donate toward cystic fibrosis research, we’d be ever so grateful for your contribution. Changes in quality of life and life expectancy for kids with CF have changed exponentially over the past few decades, but it’s still a terminal, progressive disease. And it still requires a lot of management. We think a cure is in sight, and you can help.
If you’re feeling especially fiesty, join our team (Riding for Levi) and ride with us on Saturday, September 10. There are chicken wings at the finish line!
And if all you’re in a position to send is your everlasting good wishes, we’ll take those, too, with grateful hearts.
All our love and thanks in advance.