Unfortunately, a rare chronic illness that rather altered my life. The doctors were all waiting for me to die. Instead I clawed my way back from the abyss one step at a time. I managed to arrive at a place I can live with. Without a wheel chair. In the summer I train. In the winter I shovel snow. Is it hard? Yes it is hard. You know what I think about on the road? If that motherfucker Terry Fox could walk halfway across the country on one leg, with cancer, then I can do another lap. It doesn't matter that it is hard.