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| Maxim Almenas at top of Bear Mountain |
The cold, rainy, 105-mile race was really tough. Just a mile or two into the race I fell at the entrance of Palisades Interstate Park in Fort Lee and got a slight gash on my leg and hand. But within seconds I was back on the bike and trekked through the hills before getting onto 9W.
The first half was all physical, the second half was mostly mental. But the cold rain that never stopped ran so deep into everyone's skin, I saw big men (think football players) shivering like little girls. Especially those wearing shorts. Very humbling. I'm glad I wore long undershirt and long tights on my legs. It made the experience almost bearable.
The hills never seemed to end. And climbing Bear Mountain seemed more like Kilimanjaro with the mystic fog, rain, and layers of clouds that got thicker as we climbed. (I thought I heard monks chanting)
Going down the super steep hills I had my hands on the brakes the entire time because I didn't want to fall again. Too many cliffs! After getting off the Bear, the hills kept rolling for what seemed like forever. I stopped at almost all the designated rests stops for food and refills of water.
With 20 miles to go I hit an almost spiritual state of high where I knew I had conquered my demons and it was just a matter of time.
Seeing Joanna Cedeno Gutierrez and other from Strictly Bicycles at the end of Alpine hill and members of the Fort Lee Chamber of Commerce like Margaret Maclay and other Fort Lee residents volunteering at the finish was like drinking a bottle of spring water after crossing the Sahara.
The little conversations I had with friends and strangers along the way reminded me why I put my body and mind through these challenges - if we don't push ourselves beyond our capabilities, we'll never know what we're capable of.
Attach that effort to helping someone like John Santino Damato through a fundraiser to help improve someone's life and it brings everything full circle.
That to me is the secret of life. Anyone can breathe and go through life doing the minimum. But my name won't allow me do life life that way. I've wasted too much time in my life. I must try to give more than I thought I ever could to inspire my son and those with little or no hope.
There is always hope, but you have to reach out and deep within the darkest places to find it. That's what makes life worth living.
So if you're wondering why I do these events and raise money for causes, that's my answer. So get out there and live. And if you can, please go to the
donate page here and give what you can to help 16-year-old heart transplant recipient John Santino Damato. You don't have to cycle 105-miles - just click and give. Thank you...
The Gran Fondo NY was just the beginning. Next stop? The NYC Triathlon in July. See you on the road.
-Maxim Almenas
Web Content & Social Media Manager
Strictly Bicycles