Thanks to everyone who has donated so far!

A big thanks from both of us! We'll send some more formal thank-you's post-PMC, but thank you to everyone who has donated so far. We are so touched by your generosity. You push us to train and perform!

Thank you. - Megan and Frank

For those of you who missed it, Our Top 10

The Top 10 Reasons to Support Frank and Megan in the Pan Mass Challenge

10. If we don’t raise enough money, Megan will have to stop wearing J.Crew and start wearing Jaclyn Smith.
9. We need padded shorts and special creams for our butts. What have you done to support our asses?
8. It’s like Facebook: All the cool kids are doing it.
7. If we don’t raise enough money for the PMC, Frank will have to switch jobs… again.
6. As soon as you donate, we’ll stop badgering you to donate.
5. Because you promised you would 4 months ago…and 3 months ago…and yesterday.
4. Do you remember the movie “Better Off Dead”? I WANT MY TWO DOLLARS!!
3. Donate is really close sounding to donut…. Mmm…. Donut.
2. Frank and Spandex are 2 words that shouldn’t go together in a sentence. The sooner we raise the money and finish the PMC, the sooner he can go back to board shorts.
1. It will settle your conscience. Helping kids with cancer almost always does.

Bonus LOLCat: Ai wantz mah dunashunz pleez

70 miles

Well we've been gradually working up in the mileage in preparation for the PMC and though we're a bit behind schedule we're feeling pretty good physcially. Frank is now consistently kicking my ass on hills.....which hurts the old ego a bit but I'll be ok; I convince myself that his gigantic quads and calves are impossible to keep up with.
We had planned a weekend trip to Martha's Vineyard for this weekend quite a while ago but recently realized that we would have to do a bit of a long ride while we were there- 70 miles! Those of you who are familiar with the Vineyard know that it's not a big island....only about 17 miles across (at its widest). Well, we figured out a way to eke out the 70 miles and it ended up being an amazing ride overall.

The low points:
~ Getting ourselves up at the crack of dawn.
~ The too-cool-for-for-school Iron Man Triathlon dude and his too-cool-for-school (read really nice) Cervelo bike at the Chilmark Store. Not even a nod? Really?
~ The hills of Chilmark and Aquinnah
~ Realizing that the old lady on the hybrid bike was gaining on us in Aquinnah.
~ Having to ride on the bike path through Katama and Edgartown after getting scolded by some soccer mom.
~ Sore necks and backs at mile 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, and 70

The Highlights:
~ The beautiful farms on Indian Hill Road at dawn
~ A pit stop at the Chilmark Store for gatorade, water, and a sticky bun (Frank craves pastries when he's cycling for some reason- don't ask. He's like a pregnant woman sometimes)
~ Reaching the tip of Gay Head (mile 31)
~ Leaving the old lady on the hybrid in our dust
~ Having Moshup Trail all to ourselves on a Saturday morning
~ 2nd pit stop at Alleys. More gatorade, more water.
~ Reaching Katama. Mile 55.
~ Back to East Chop....5 hours later

We finished the day with a few hours on the beach (trying to rid ourselves of our farmer's tans, swimming in cold water), a sunset cocktail on the roof at Nancy's, and then an amazing anniversary dinner at the Sweet Life Cafe.

Only 5 weeks to go before the Big Weekend!

So what does one think about when riding for countless hours

Today I was riding without my partner in crime. Megan was at a
conference in San Antonio. The weather here was HOT. She must have
passed some of that Texas heat our way.
As I was riding by myself a lot random things pop into your mind. For
example a lot of the standard "I have to run errands" stuff pops in
and out of your head. Also standard bike related stuff pops in and out
of your head like "do these shorts make my ass look fat?" or "these cranks really do make a difference!" or did that last group really not wave to me as they went by?".
This ride I had a bunch of interesting thoughts pop in and out of view
so I thought i'd showcase them in a pictorial format.

And of course when you are grunting up a hard hill in 95 degree heat
you think "man I have it easy compared to some sick kid with cancer"
so you keep huffing and puffing with a smile on your face.

- Frank

Weekend in Maine: Another 40 miles

This past weekend we went to our 'ol stomping grounds, Brunswick Maine. Well more accurately we stayed on Bailey's Island in a nice house with a bunch of old friends. Of course we bought the dogs and now our other main stay, the road bikes. Friday's drive up was pretty mellow, and Saturday explained why. We woke up Saturday to thunderstorms and no power. We also had no water as the house was set up on a well/pump system. There seemed to be a few moments where it would let up, but then we would hear a rumble. Megan got dressed while I decided to get another cup of coffee.

During the day, we roamed around the Bowdoin campus and spent a bunch of money at the Bowdoin bookstore. We also stopped at our favorite sandwich shop, Wild Oats. Saturday night was spent reliving the "good 'ol days" with a trip to Cooks Lobster House then some drinking games.

Thankfully Sunday we didn't wake up with the "good 'ol" hangover or any more thunder clouds. We lounged outside the house, let the dogs run for a bit and then headed to Freeport to ride with some friends. Once again we saw some ominous clouds. Once again we thanked our lucky stars, as they disappeared, and we were able to get our ride in. Thanks to Kelsey and Pete for showing us around. Here's a pic from Winslow State Park with about 5 miles to go.

Want to ride a similar route? Check here for nice route by Explore Maine (Maine.gov).