Ever since I was 3 years old, my dad and my mom have been PMC riders, so it is safe to say that this fundraiser will forever be a part of my life. My mohter, Amie White, had struggled with with cancer since I could remember, but that could not sway her determination or her resolve. Year after year, Amie would send pictures of her at the finish line with all her closest friends while I cheered them on from summer camp. She rode for nine whole summers before eventually the struggle became too much for her during the winter of my seventh grade. Even though my mother died that winter, her spirit lives on stronger than ever. The following summer, her mother, my Nana, joined the battle and rode the PMC alongside my father in honor of her daughter and her husband, Lenny, who had also recently passed from Leukemia. The summer after that, my brother had joined the fight for the cure, and to no suprise from anyone, I joined them for the full 192 miles just one summer after that. This summer, we ride side by side with Amie and Lenny in our hearts and minds.

While I never got the chance to ride alongside the warrior princess as everyone called my mom, I can feel her spirit in me, and I can only imagine what she must've been going through. But I know that both she and Lenny are smiling down on me, prouder by the mile.