"I had this great idea to go on a 300-mile bicycle ride through New England. I had never done anything like that before, but I was in pretty good shape and east coast mountains are small. I convinced my mountain biking brother to come along, although he didn’t look at the route. Turns out we did 300 miles and 15,000 feet of vertical climb in three days which is a lot. I was in no way prepared, but it was a great trip.
The last day, I wrecked my bike, but still rode the 100 miles after the crash, so I figured I was fine. I had some impressive bruising and trouble walking while I healed, but there’s not much to do for scrapes and bruises. All my friends and family staged and intervention and made me go to the doctor where I heard exactly what I expected: rest, and no 300 mile rides for awhile. She also wanted to do a cancer screening. I told her I’d gotten one 6 months prior, and I would get another in 6 months, so there was no need. She insisted. Turns out I had the same super aggressive cancer that killed my mom, and I was stage III. I was able to get treatment, and I can expect to live a life without recurrence."