It's such a beautiful day. I made the trail again, only having to stop now.

I'll do this until the weather changes and snow keeps me from my bicycle. I might have to rest more often, but hopefully the snow won't come until late so I can keep up my daily ride.

It's freeing, really. I still wear the wig, but no more chemo. No more radiation. Just live life to the fullest that I can manage.

They say I won't see spring again. I'd like to fool everyone—get on my bike again then, but autumn must be enough.