In Winnipeg we were greeted by many people. Media came to find out more. Craig from Bikes & Beyond did some bike maintenance. This was also time for a complete crew change. From Winnipeg to Halifax I had two support teams. Each was responsible for 1 twelve hour shifts per 24 hour period. I also began the use of a second vehicle, a mini-van to follow directly behind me on the road. After a 35 minute stop, I was on the road again. I was escorted by the Winnipeg Police cycling team that had participated in Hot Pursuit 2010. They had actually offered a police escort through Winnipeg. I had to decline their offer, as I did not want to jeopardize my Guinness requirements of needing to follow ALL traffic regulations. Going through red lights, even when escorted by police, was certainly subject to interpretation of that rule. I did not want to take that chance. It would have been fun though. Thanks for the offer.
Based on my results so far, things looked great, especially to those just watching. There were a few who indicated to me that I had this record in the bag. Personally, I had some huge concerns however, and I knew better. I feared what was up ahead for me. I did not know how much longer I could sit on this boil that had really flared up. I asked Bikes & Beyond to supply me with some weird bike seats to take along (just in case) I also asked my wife Ruth to bring a set of full length compression stockings, in case the swelling in my legs got worse. It did.
By day 6 I put these socks on. This seriously restricted any movement, thus making cycling much more difficult. They were white, at least to start. I was going after setting a new fashion trend. It never caught on. Go figure. They did help to control the swelling somewhat. The middle third syndrome was there in full force. My attitude started to go south on me and I had serious doubts. I tried to maintain a good daily average, but my speed had dropped, so my days (time) in the saddle needed to remain long. Sleep deprivation took its toll as well.
Around the Great Lakes it got so bad that I was starting to see things. The moon was shining brightly. At one point I was sure that I saw a huge sprinkler oscillating back and forth over the vegetation in the ditch up ahead. When I got closer, it turned out to be the wind blowing the tall grass by the side of the road.
We had gone through a lot of construction, so I had seen every sign possible. This one night, I saw a lady wearing a red and yellow jacket lying on her back with her feet up . In my mind, I saw her as clear as you can get. I was just about to alert my support vehicle. We needed to stop and help her. As I got closer, it turned out to be a construction sign that had been knocked over. It was high time for some shut-eye.
During one particularly difficult stretch, I had told the RV, which had my morning crew in it, that I would make it to Marathon before taking a two-hour sleep break. They should go up ahead and meet there. I expected to get there around 1:30 am.
Around 2:30am I recall stopping for a pee break, engulfed in complete fog. Honestly, I did not think I could go on. As I was leaning on my bike, I noticed the ravine just a few feet away. It came to me, that if I just nudged the bike even just a little bit, my bike would topple down and I would have a legitimate reason to quit. Just at that time the support van pulled up alongside me and I saw a perfectly good extra bike mounted on top of it. It would have been very difficult to throw that one overboard ‘by accident’ as well. So I got back on the bike and continued on.
When I finally got to Marathon at 3 am, my support crew had gone out of their way to book me a comfortable room with a hot shower in a nice motel. I refused to take it and instead chose to rinse off in a 2 ft by 2 ft closet that served as our shower stall in the RV. I also chose to sleep in a mosquito invaded motor home instead. Before you think, “Hey you are from Manitoba, you should be used to mosquitos, let me tell you. In my opinion, Northern Ontario should claim the “#1 mosquito infested territory” title uncontested. I think the only reason I was able to get through this part of the country, is because to stay there was to be eaten alive.
By day 7, it was impossible to even comprehend that I could do this for another 6 or 7 days. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. Everything around me screamed: “It is OK to quit” You have done your best” I really could no longer see the value in what I was doing. All my good intentions seemed irrelevant at this time. As far as I was concerned, this so called once-in-a-lifetime experience need not be my experience. I tried to recall my goal, my vision, my reason for being here in the first place. Even my genuine desire to have people share my passion to help a child in need seemed insignificant at this time. These kids, after all, are not my responsibility. Let someone else look after them. This is too hard, I can’t do it.
I was just over halfway there.
But you see in Marathon I knew, that if I would have taken the motel that night, instead of my mosquito penthouse, my ride would have been over. I would not have been strong enough to withstand the temptations of the prolonged comfort the motel had to offer. I felt I would not have gotten back on the bike. It was also here in Marathon that my prayer changed from, “God help me to do this” to “God I cannot do this, but I will continue to do my best. I surrender the outcome of this event to you.”
After a two hour sleep, I was back on the bike and struggled on. Vic, my pastor, who was part of my morning support crew, wanted to know why I had refused to accept the hotel room. I think my explanation will become an example for a future sermon on how to avoid giving in to temptation. I believe the theologians call it ‘planting hedges’.
With my compression stockings and my swollen legs, my hard effort just did not translate into the progress I needed. My daily output had dropped to 400 km per day, and no matter how sleep deprived I was, I can still do simple math. At this pace, which was still on the decline, I was in danger of not only not setting a new record, I was in danger of not even finishing.
My lead, when compared to a calculated average of the existing Guinness record had been as much as 22 hours in Winnipeg.
I had flown Charles Mulli to Canada to join my support crew from Ottawa to Halifax. He was supposed to be presented with a $50,000 cheque in Halifax, which had been promised if I would set a new record. Yet all I could think of was reasons why it was okay to quit. As the fluid in my legs continued to get worse, I watched my lead over the existing record shrink to 12 hours. At around 1:00 pm on Sunday afternoon in Mattawa, Ontario I took a drastic step. I simply stopped. We took a motel and I crawled into bed and put my feet up for 17 hours. I also gave up on setting a new record.
When I made the decision to stop for an extended time, I also made a second decision, which was that, no matter what, I would at least get back on the bike again and try one more time. After that I would make a final decision. By 6:00 am on Monday morning I was riding again.
When I met Charles Mulli just west of Ottawa, it was an emotional greeting. Mr. Mulli had been aware of my struggles. When we met, he told me that as I was resting in the motel and struggling with the desire to quit, his wife Esther had organized the older children at MCF in Kenya for a day of prayer and fasting for me. They cancelled school and 600 young people prayed for me.
Then Charles went on to pray and thanked for the victory God would grant us. I was still 1700 km from Halifax, having just come through a major personal battle. and Charles claimed victory from God on my behalf. I had a hard time understanding that kind of faith, but I stayed on the bike. How could I not?
I was five hours behind the record at that time. By 6:10 pm I was in Ottawa. More importantly, I believe my middle third syndrome was now behind me.
Here are my Vancouver to Winnipeg (repeated for comparison) and Winnipeg to Ottawa stats.
Leg 1 |
Distance |
Riding Time |
Riding Speed |
Day 1 (24 hrs) |
570 km |
21h 7m |
27.0 km/h |
Day 2 |
490 km |
20h 18m |
24.1 km/h |
Day 3 |
524 km |
19h 47m |
26.5 km/h |
Day 4 |
525 km |
19h 40m |
26.7 km/h |
Day 5 (8h 30m) |
266 km |
8h 30m |
31.3 km/h |
Total |
2375 km |
89h 22m |
26.6 km/h |
Average per 24 hours: 545 km
Record average per 24 hours: 452 km
Riding time average per 24 hours: 20h 29m
Leg 2 |
Distance |
Riding Time |
Riding Speed |
Day 5 (15h 30m) |
260 km |
11h 15m |
23.1 km/h |
Day 6 |
409 km |
15h 35m |
26.2 km/h |
Day 7 |
420 km |
19h 1m |
22.2 km/h |
Day 8 |
380 km |
17h 4m |
22.4 km/h |
Day 9 |
414 km |
18h 18m |
22.6 km/h |
Day 10 |
148 km |
6h 4m |
24.5 km/h |
Day 11 (7h 10m) |
194 km |
7h 10m |
27.1 km/h |
Total |
2225 km |
94h 27m |
23.5 km/h |
My average per 24 hrs: 374 km
Record average per 24 hrs: 452 km
Riding time average per 24 hrs: 15 hrs 52 min
I was now 2 hours and 30 minutes behind the record time, but I saw light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in a week. Stay tuned for Part #3.