August 12, 2009...
I will never forgetin Colorado.
I left Gunnison early that morning. I had been mentally preparing for a
couple of days what I knew would be the biggest climb on my trip. over the Sierra Nevada's was 8.900+ feet. This would be 2,400 feet higher.
My adrenaline was pumping for most of the three hours before I finally
began that climb...and as I got there and could see the road start to
take a drastic upward bent, all I could say was, "Oh boy, Shawn...this
And then I pedaled slower than I ever have in my life.
For three more hours.
As I got to the top, I was physically and emotionally spent. I had nothing
left. The last 1/4 mile I could barely believe I had done it. I was
Funny thing, though, in life when we really give something
our all, the rewards are potentially far more cool than we could have
imagined. As I sat totally beat after making it to the top, a woman
asked me, "Are the Extra Mile Man?"
"How did you know that?" I asked.
"We saw your picture on the front page of the Montrose paper, and loved your story!"
My tough ride to the top of Monarch Pass had been totally confirmed. The
Universe had thrown a huge gift...the gift of encouragement...my
I might have been wiped out...but I felt great!