7 years into my recovery My mom tragically and suddenly died. It was February 15th, 2016. My heart in a million pieces and a hole in my spirit I began to think about masking my pain. Using. Giving up. Throwing in the towel. Then I decided to go for a ride.
7 years into my recovery My mom tragically and suddenly died. It was February 15th, 2016. My heart in a million pieces and a hole in my spirit I began to think about masking my pain. Using. Giving up. Throwing in the towel.
3 months prior to this there was a bike that someone had abandoned at work and I brought it to our office. Protocol says we had to hold it for 3 months before disposing of it. It was a long 3 months and at that time I had NO idea this bike would end up saving my life.
A few days after my mom passed I was overwhelmed with the urge to use and on my out, I grabbed my bike. Without a helmet, without any direction or knowledge of where I was going, I went. Tears rolling down my eyes heading down paths I’ve never known of and passing people I’ve never seen I found something. I found a little part of me again…a sense of relief, a peace.
THAT is why I ride. THAT is why I hike. I don’t want to use. I don’t have to use. I want to show and share with someone else that same power. I want to show them ways to manage and channel their urges and cravings. A healthier way of life emotionally, physically, spiritually and mentally.
Ride with me 206 miles on this journey from Seattle to Portland and be part of something far greater than our wallets and ourselves. Be a part of saving someone’s life! Be a part of our story and our healing! In conjunction with the Seattle/Tacoma gospel mission, Recovery beyond and with your support I trek out on a two day/206 mile journey to overcome our addictions once again! I humbly ask that you help us battle this epidemic that is taking our youth and our loved one’s hostage. Help us fight back!
