In the spring of 2006, I was with a cycling group that headed out for a ride up a mountain to the town of Lluc in Majorca, Spain. It was a beautiful day — warm and sunny with blue skies. In the distance, I saw ominous clouds moving in toward the mountains, but I didn’t give it too much thought since the weather was so perfect where we started our ride.
About 90 minutes into the ride, it started to rain and conditions rapidly deteriorated. The temperature was falling, I had no nutrition, and I was on a country road with no signs of civilization. The rest of my group was nowhere in sight. I had no idea how much farther it was to Lluc, so I decided to turn around and go back to the hotel.
The hardest part was yet to come
As I started down the mountain switchbacks, I was terrified. My bike was picking up speed and I was hydroplaning. The fear of crashing was ever present in my mind. My hands were numb from being cold and wet. The wind was increasing and the rain was hitting my face like icy pellets.
By the time I got off the mountain and onto a flat road, I was shivering uncontrollably. Cars sped past me, spraying me with water. With about 4 miles still to go, I arrived in a town and the weather eased up a bit. Because I was on the home stretch, I chose not to stop at one of the town’s restaurants to get food or to warm up.
When the going gets tough, the tough get going
Suddenly, the winds picked up again and the draft from a passing bus nearly knocked me off my bike. I decided it was safer for me to walk. The winds were so strong that I had trouble holding on to my bike. My legs were shaking and I tried to alternate between biking and walking, wondering if I would ever make it to safety.
Finally, I made it to my hotel. My hands were shaking so much that I struggled to unlock the door to my room. I stood in a warm shower and started heaving and shuddering. Realizing how dangerous that ride had been, I was so thankful I had made it back without injury. That day, I found a strength in myself that would not allow me to give up.
“Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.” –Arnold Schwarzenegger
Facing the daily challenges of Parkinson’s
There are times in our lives when we go down a hole so dark that we must draw on our life experiences and the inner strength we didn’t know we had to pull ourselves back to the light. That cycling experience in Majorca was one of those times.
Once again, I feel myself going down a dark hole. I am experiencing a déjà vu of emotions (fear, terror, and loneliness) that I had more than 13 years ago. The memory of that trip plays in my mind as I fight my new battle against another formidable adversary. Just when I think I am making headway against this beast called Parkinson’s, it rears its ugly head with a renewed fury.
Extreme fatigue is making exercise more and more difficult. Almost daily, I must search for inner strength to pull myself out of my pity party.
The grit and determination I found while on that mountain in Spain are what I need to find once again to meet the challenges of Parkinson’s.
I am a survivor.
“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” —Oliver Goldsmith
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