The months since I completed the 2024 PMC has been the most difficult period for my brother since he was diagnosed. Accordingly, I have struggled with almost everything, especially about training and getting myself mentally eganged in preparing for this year's ride.

My temporary paralysis has been broken as I've seen the overwhelming kindness and commitment shown to him by the doctors, hospital and rehabilitation staff who have cared for him during recent surgery and recovery. I've been moved watching his family (and our broader family) come together to care for him as he's lost parts of himself in slow motion and for the first time has needed a lot of help to manage this ordeal.

I wish I had a different window into the world's goodness, but as long as we're in this situation, I'm glad he's surrounded by love and am happy to do a small part to contribute to a future in which fewer families have to face this situation. Training for and doing this ride is a way for me to process my grief while keeping him and his struggle top of mind in a healthy way and to honor him and his family.

There has always been a lot to admire about my brother but I've, ironically, always been jealous of his contentment. Noah has faced his plight with dignity and a complete lack of self-pity during an era of American life marked by whining and greivance - I'm proud but not surprised this has been the case. He has always been and continues to be a good example for his children and mine about how to approach the good and bad of life.

Thanks for the support, and thanks again to everyone who supported me last time around!