Thank you for making Blood+Sweat+Chemo worth writing.

Thank you for riding with me in my garage on that cold January morning.

Thank you for calling, emailing and sending letters.

Thank you for hitting a vein on the first poke.

Thank you for making meals and sending care packages.

Thank you for buying the T-shirt. And the sticker.

Thank you for donating your time.

Thank you for reconnecting.

Thank you for riding in the first annual One Rock Rally.

Thank you for retweeting, mentioning, sharing and re-posting.

Thank you for filling my cube with balloons.

Thank you for reading when I needed to write.

Thank you for stopping by, just to say hello.

Thank you for drinking and riding at the Beers & Gears Pub Crawl.

Thank you (Kate) for buying me the Rolls Royce of road bikes.

Thank you for sitting with me in chemo.

Thank you for donating almost $34,000 to LIVESTRONG, on my behalf.

Thank you for allowing me to ride with Lance Armstrong.

Thank you for letting me tell my story.

Now, it’s time to live. No more wishing. No more worrying. No more looking back over my shoulder. No more waiting for Austin. No more toughing it out. No more thinking about what was or what could have been.

This is my finish line.