Friday, July 8, 2011
Planes, buses, and schlepping - the voyage begins
Traveling from San Diego to Pallanza (on the shore of Lago Maggiore) was as non-eventful as any 4-city 22-hr journey can be. I even arrived at Kennedy fewer than five gates away from my departure - that only happens when one is NOT pressed for time. My heart did skip a few....dozen...beats as I waited a RATHER long time for my bike to arrive in Milan. But it did. I met a few of my fellow cyclists waiting for the bus to Lago Maggiore - self-identification was pretty easy with our obvious bike cases. The schlep part of the day began upon arrival at the hotel. Needing to hoist a large rolling duffel plus a fairly heavy backpack into a typical European elevator sized for the Mayor of Munchkin Land and his pet Shih Tzu was not unexpected. The garage for the bikes (and cases), however, was about 1/4 mile away...up a steep cobblestone hill. Seriously? Yep.
Assembling the bikes on the grass in the warm sun was a nice intro. After completing our chores, a group of us inhaled pizza on the piazza (come on, it has a NICE ring) and went off for a wee warm up peddle.
Did I happen to mention the Australians? There's no such thing as a wee warm up peddle! We went along the shore of the lake at a rapid clip, stopping once for a coffee and once to turn around....when we hit Swizerland! On the way back I made the mistake of following a couple of the Aussie boys who wanted to "just go up this hill for a few turns to check it out." 5 km and who knows HOW much ascent later we reached a top. Welcome to Italy.
Friday, July 1, 2011
PMC 2011- We're still fighting cancer....hard
PMC ID: EK0035
Why ride a bike to fight cancer? Because it helps.
If you want to stop reading, just go straight to www.pmc.org/egifts/EK0035, donate and we'll call it good. If you want the narration, here you go:
As it has for the past six years, the first weekend in August 2011 will find me pedaling my bicycle across Massachusetts to help find a cure for cancer. The Pan-Mass Challenge raises funds for treatment and research at the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute. What started back in 1980 as an event for extreme athletes is now a weekend of heart and soul for a large, diverse group committed to raising the vital funds required to battle the scourge of cancer. The only thing extreme about us now is the breadth of our reach — with riders from 36 states, six countries and all walks of life. And for one weekend in August we come together as family, made powerful by our common cause. Over the past four years the PMC gift to Dana-Farber has averaged almost $33 million a year, with 100 percent of every rider-raised dollar going directly to cancer treatment and research. This year's two-day event goal is $34 million.
But this year will be different. This year I will be riding for Hannah.
Hannah is 8 years old and likes to write and draw. Last November she was diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia (ALL). Hannah's ALL is the Philadelphia variant, making it even tougher to battle. But the good news is that Hannah's little sister, Fiona, was a perfect match for a bone marrow transplant. Fiona is 6 years old. Talk about brave....The current cutting edge treatments for this disease also show what a difference the sort of research that PMC supports can make. Just a few years ago the long term survival rate for children with Philadelphia+ ALL was less than 50%, even with a bone marrow transplant. With new drug therapy, it's about 80%.
I know that I'm extremely lucky to be able to ride my bike to help Hannah, our Pedal Partner (http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/hannahhughes). And to help Frank, who was just recently diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and is being treated at Dana Farber. Frank is a 27-year PMC volunteer and the father of FOUR of my PMC teammates. And to help Bruce who, in spite of being diagnosed with a difficult lymphoma for the THIRD time, rode a double century last weekend.
I also know that I'm lucky to have people in my life like you to ask for help. So I'm asking. Please help. Donate whatever you can. Cash. Good thoughts. More cash. I'll keep asking you to give until we're done. We'll be done when there is
NO MORE CANCER.
http://www.pmc.org/egifts/EK0035
PMC ID: EK0035
Thank you so much.
Ellen
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Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Yet Another Adventure Looms Large
Kinda hard to determine whether cycling through the Italian and French Alps or having no phone for three weeks is more daunting.
To the extent that I DO have connectivity, I'll try to post interesting bits here.
Stay tuned......
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
2010 PMC - Another Step In the Battle Against Cancer - Please Help
The 5-year relative survival rate for all cancers diagnosed between 1999-2005 is 68%, up from 50% in 1975-1977.
So we’re making progress in the war on cancer, but we’re not winning – we have yet to experience a world without cancer.
On the first weekend of each August, I ride in the Pan-Mass Challenge (PMC), a two-day, 192-mile cycling event that raises money for life-saving cancer research and treatment at the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute. The Pan-Mass Challenge has grown tremendously over time – since its inception more than 30 years ago, the event has raised $270 million. In last year’s extremely challenging economic climate, the PMC made the third largest gift in its history, more than $30 million. For the last three years, 100 percent of every rider-raised dollar went directly to Dana-Farber, an unparalleled accomplishment for any philanthropic organization. This year’s goal is to raise $31 million, critical to sustaining the cutting edge cancer technology developed and offered at Dana-Farber.
I take this challenge seriously, and I want to be a part of the effort to search for a solution. I hope you want to be part of it too. For my part, I will send out letters to raise money, train hard, and ride 192 grueling miles in the heat of the Massachusetts summer. For your part, I’m asking you to make a pledge to the cause.
You can donate securely online by credit card at http://www.pmc.org/egifts/default.asp - my egiftID is EK0035. Your tax-deductible check can be made payable to “The PMC” and sent to me at 4435 Caminito Tecera, Del Mar, CA 92014. If you do nothing else you can think about me on August 7 and 8 – neither pedaling nor making a difference will likely come easily.
Somewhere on the road between Sturbridge and Provincetown, a cancer-free world will become a reality. Thank you for helping create it.
Ellen
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Masada: Dead Rocks 1,400 ft. above a Dead Sea

Wenesday we went to Masada, a rock plateau that looms 1,400 ft. above the Judean Desert floor (1,100 ft. above sea level). The fortress at Masada was originally built by Herod so the ruins have all the makings of a minor community....if communities logically operated on isolated mesas in the middle of deserts. But Masada earned its fame as the refuge of a group of Jewish rebels against the Romans nearly two thousand years ago. The short version is that the Romans laid siege, it took them a year, the Jews preferred self-inflicted death to Roman submission and that was that.

We chose to climb to the top rather than take the cable car - not so many steps as we usually get in, but each one was worth a lot! The path snakes (possibly why it's called the Snake Path) so the views alternate between the mountain and the Dead Sea...with its backdrop of the western mountains of Jordan.

As I climbed, I kept imagining what the Romans would have been thinking: "darn Jews, why did they need to take refuge SO high?? And why do I need to schlep all this stuff just to lay siege to people who can't go anywhere anyway? Couldn't we just camp on the side of the mountain and let nature take its course?" But our ascent was sunny, not too cold, and we had no siege gear, so as a hike, it was nice.
Perhaps I had an overly fantastical expectation of what Masada itself would be like. I certainly did not expect the moonscape that is the reality. But talk about a view - out across the De



The way the Masada story ends is that the Romans built a ramp so that they could reach the walls and wreak their usual destruction. Again, I imagined something rather elaborate and clever - they took a year to get there!! So when I saw the huge dirt pile on the side, it did not register to me that the dirt pile was THE achievement of Masada, the famous ramp. I suppose 2,000 years ago, the simple feat of moving that much dirt and rock was a big deal.
Walking down the Snake Path was easier aerobically than the ascent, but a bit tough on knees and quads. We pretty much had the place to ourselves by then, which made for an oddly and eerily peaceful descent.
Two Cities and Four Millenia
(Originally posted 24 Jan 2010)
It was a dark and stormy night….but that came later.




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