Guest Post by Jenni Laurita: 2012 Tour de Pink Ride Report

10.22.2012 | 11:12 am

A note from Fatty: Jenni Laurita was the ambassador for Team Fatty at the YSC Tour de Pink. I’ve asked her to tell her story, as well as give us a video. I think you’ll agree she gets an A+.

Next year I want to ride the Tour de Pink as the number one fundraising team. I’m just putting it out there before we get started.

I love it when a plan comes together. One might say this plan started a year ago when Heather rode the TdP. I was excited and inspired by her ride report and by her story.


Like Elden, I believe I have superpowers. To date, my superpowers have proven to be holding things until they dry, standing in the light (any light source for anyone working on anything important, that is), and being able to sing one song while a completely different song is playing. The mark of a good ride I think forces you to discover new superpowers.

By that standard, this ride was a winner. I discovered two new superpowers: fearless switchback descending and that I lack any knowledge of my personal limitations. I obviously can’t tell you what my personal limitations would be since I lack knowledge of them, but what I can tell you is that I entered this commitment of 206 miles in 3 days and 12,000 feet of climbing without having trained or even ridden very much in the preceding months. I arrived with a fresh bruise on my arm from my most recent blood test and lingering pain from recent biopsies, but none of it would matter in the slightest.

I arrived at the hotel nice and early the day before the ride, and immediately had a chance to start getting to know people. Everyone was super friendly and happy to be reuniting. Organization and information was the best I’ve ever seen on any organized ride anywhere, and that’s saying a lot. I’ve ridden many events around the country–the care for the riders was absolutely top-notch, start to finish, morning to night. In fact, the worst thing I could say about the whole weekend was they were out of sandwiches by the time I finished Sunday afternoon.

Before I flew to California, Giant offered to hook me up with a loaner bike: A TCR. I usually travel everywhere with my pink custom Sweetpea, but I was excited to demo a new bike on what I already knew would be a tough course.

Thursday night, Giant, whose headquarters were just 3 miles away, showed up with trucks of loaner bikes. As I approached my bike, I couldn’t help but notice it was just a wee little thing. I was the Gulliver to its Lilliputian. Ironic it was a “Giant” frame, the XS sticker giggled noticeable at me as I stood and frowned. I’m 5’7”. Not going to work. Val, the amazing bike rep for Giant’s woman’s line, Liv Giant , tried to talk me into riding one of “her” bikes. Unfortunately for me, she used the word “comfort,” which evoked baskets and step-through imagery. I was not a willing participant, I pushed for an appropriate TCR.

I was given a less diminutive full-carbon/ultegra TCR and enough adjusting of saddle height to make me feel ready to ride. I happily told the mechanic my crotch was going to friend him on Facebook, I was so grateful for the care he took making sure I was comfortable.

The skies had finally stopped raining and everyone was astounded by an extremely rare (for SoCal apparently) double rainbow. Here’s my new friend, Val.


I made quick work of outfitting my bike with GoPro, Garmin, and an amazingly reassuring and motivating message from my sweetheart.


I totally got caught by surprise singing these words out loud as I rode up some huge hill and a pack of riders passed me. Awwwkard.

I can’t count the number of times I looked down at this, knowing people were pulling for me while I was pushing myself really made so much of an impact- this note stayed taped securely to the top tube of the bike all weekend. I loved watching people walk over to the bike to read it, more than one woman teared up at its awesomeness. I highly recommend before embarking on a tough ride to tape something inspirational to your handlebars or top tube, or surprising a friend and doing it for them.

Day 1

The first day’s ride was relatively flat except for a massive downhill on some of the best switchbacks I’ve ever ridden. Ok, they’re the only switchbacks I’ve ever ridden but that’s where I discovered my superpower of downhill bombing. We were told to go only one at a time on the switchbacks, but I quickly realized I had to pass, and pass I did, with aplomb.

Many years ago I famously missed the century cut-off time on the Austin Livestrong course because I stopped to pet the llamas. It has been a recurring joke in my core group that I am not to pet llamas anymore, and I was determined this time to make good time. I was nervous about being able to finish such an ambitious course each day, sagging out just wasn’t an option, but then I found too many reasons to stop. There were fields of red peppers . . .


There were interesting people with unique ideas of where to store what clearly must be an extra helmet or perhaps a woolen sweater…(how YOU doin’?)


There were diversions aplenty…


Fortunately, I made good enough time to enjoy myself every step of the way throughout all days.

Day 1 finished with a horrific climb up to the night’s hotel; on this organized ride, hotel stays are included each night, along with all food. An absolutely incredible joy, you really only have to worry about riding your bike.

Day 2

Today was going to be a tough day, it was the longest and contained an optional massive climb. I was fortunate enough to have roomed that night with Val, that rep from Giant. We discussed how unhappy I had become on the TCR. It’s a fantastic bike, but completely wrong geometry for me; I was in a lot of pain. The handlebars were too wide and with an exceedingly long stem, I was reaching and suffering the whole day.

She offered me Giant’s AMAZING “Avail”- full carbon, Di2 shifting, women’s geometry- it was the “comfort” bike from day one, and I have to say I was never more comfortable. It’s absolute dream bike I started instantly planning to steal. On more than one occasion I was so impressed with the stiff response to my efforts I thought surely the electronic assist was helping to pedal.


It was on this day that I realized there is an absolute science to understanding route advice from other riders. I overheard one woman telling another that the beginning of this ride was going to be “brutal”, which scared me and likely the woman receiving this information.

After riding the decidedly not-brutal-for-me beginning of the ride, I started to qualify people in their ability to give route advice. I’m from New York, we have hills and mountains all over my base riding area. Another New Yorker needs no qualification, I’d accept their route advice point blank (unless of course they’re not a cyclist, I’ve fallen for that one before). If you’re from Iowa, or say, Kansas, your route advice comforts me, knowing full-well a brutal hill in Iowa can be the highway overpass. If you’re from Colorado and your route advice includes the word brutal, I’m going back to bed.

In any case, I got through the initial ride and set my sights on the who-was-I-kidding-it-was-never-actually-optional mountain.

At the decision point, my bike instinctively turned toward this climb, it was something like 1000 to 1400” climbing in just under 4 miles. Lacking knowledge of my limitations served me well here through the 6-13% sustained inclines. Along the course the organizers arranged for us to be riding with a team of professionals, the team name escaped me partly because I’m forgetful and partly because I sucked wheel so closely I could only ever focus on the space between my bike and whomever was fortunate enough to be pulling for me.

Cry O’Clock

The point is, on this climb there were a few pros peppered throughout the climb to help us along. Gil first came to me, and I told him to go away, I prefer to climb alone, partly because I was going just fast enough to stay upright, and partly because I was entering what I like to call, “Cry o’clock”.

Cry o’clock happens on every cancer-focused ride, and it’s probably the main reason I subject myself to suffering on the bike; cry o’clock gives me the opportunity to release what I’m holding and experiencing about the pain of cancer. As I struggle, I’m able to leave it all on the road. Sometimes I cry for myself, sometimes it’s for someone I know, but I always cry. I did not want someone with me for cry o’clock, it’s a somewhat sacred time. Admittedly, more than one Team Fatty member has helped me (or joined me) in cry o’clock, and I’ve always been grateful for them.

After finishing the — ok I’ll say it — brutal climb, we had time for a few pictures before zooming back down. The view was fantastic, but the people were better. What a great bonding moment to stand with other hypoxians.

SAG met us at the top and refreshed our water, and everyone was off again.

We continued on more or less together until we arrived at the hotel, which — we were not told — was on a cliff. At the end of the day where I climbed thousands and thousands of feet, the last .1 mile was straight up the driveway at easily 12% grade. It was like a fart in your open mouth. Just nasty. I cursed the whole way, and I was not alone or unjustified, but seeing the other women standing and cheering at the top made it almost worth it.


Day 3

Day 3 seemed to be sketching a lot of people out- it was the shortest ride, 53 miles, but was supposed to have over 5000 feet of climbing up and through a canyon. At the morning mandatory meeting the organizers shared two short-cuts with us; one would end at about 35 total miles and cut all climbing, one would cut 8 miles and route around the worst of the climbing.

I really wanted to finish the whole course, but at this point my body was hurting, my energy was zapped, and I wanted to take the shorter routes. I had suffered enough, I did well enough. But something in me wouldn’t have it. There is such a beautiful synergy between battling whatever is going on in your life to battling against yourself on a bike. Perseverance takes over where physical ability wanes. Fortitude develops where fatigue festers. So, at each marking on the course, I put my head down into the wind and fought forward.

Fortunately I’ve ridden long enough courses through my life to know I can handle 53 miles of just about anything. Well day 3 was all of the above; it started with having to climb a large section of the previous day’s “optional” climb, it had fierce headwinds AND rounding out the hat-trick of awesome, the temperature eventually read 100 degrees.

I rode mostly alone; climbing just isn’t conducive for me to stick with someone. I employ the JenniMethod™ of riding my friends have come to know as yo-yo riding. Sometimes I’m very fast, sometimes I’m incredibly slow. I have no interest in altering this method to try to stay on someone’s wheel. So day 3 was me and the road.

And one by one I watched seemingly everyone around me sag out. At one point the sag wagon came along side me (not unusual, they gave us encouragement the entire ride, it didn’t necessarily mean they were trying to get me in) and in the most lady-like tone I could muster, I declared I would not be getting in their pretty wagon, though I’m pretty sure instead of pretty I said muttered a vulgarity.


Somewhere after oh you know, the 20th mile of climbing, I got to enjoy the gorgeous sweeping downhill, and met up just at the end of the course with another survivor. We rode in the last few miles together, to (wait for it), ANOTHER uphill finish, where I first collapsed…


And then realized there was only one good use left for the buckets of then-ice water used to soak towels for our heads (by this point, the party was breaking down).


I quickly hatched a plan to steal what has become one of my favorite bikes of all time…



And finished out the night with lots of hugs and friendship, especially from Team Fatty sister, Heather, one of the sweetest people I could have ever been blessed to meet.



  • Sisterhood from everyone- this is after all the Young Survival Coalition. I was perfectly in place to share my story and hear the stories of every other young survivor, and for once, I did not feel so alone
  • No mechanical problems at all
  • Getting to ride Giant’s Avail
  • Knowing I contributed to an amazing cause I will be supporting for many years in the future


  • Not actually coming home with the Avail
  • Meeting and loving new sisters who are currently battling cancer- as joyful as I became to meet and bond with them, I was concurrently saddened that they are still battling breast cancer, or other kinds of cancer
  • My stupid GoPro mount snapped for no reason and my GoPro camera went hurtling into traffic- the case was run over, the card flipped out, the brand new wifi attachment scratched
  • Never actually got to set foot in the ocean
  • Not having enough space here to write about each amazing woman or every incredible part of the weekend.

PS: My extra pictures of the trip are on my flickr page.


  1. Comment by Lisa in Athens | 10.22.2012 | 11:25 am

    Great job and a fantastic write-up, Jenni!!

    And I’m taking your quote about your crotch, the mechanic and Facebook to my own FB page as one of my Favorite Quotes.

  2. Comment by zeeeter | 10.22.2012 | 11:26 am

    Awesome write up Jen, totally glad we didn’t get to meet up (in the nicest possible way of course, as that means you weren’t stranded on the side of the road anywhere!). Many congrats on a job very well done :)

  3. Comment by Jamieson | 10.22.2012 | 11:30 am

    Awesome writeup!!!

  4. Comment by Brian Sherry | 10.22.2012 | 11:31 am

    Fantastic write-up and congratulations on being a part of such an uplifting ride – you look fetching in that new Fatty kit to boot

  5. Comment by Doug (Way upstate NY) | 10.22.2012 | 11:35 am

    I’ll help you steal the bike. I’ll make a diversion, you grab the bike and start riding. They will never know!

  6. Comment by ClydeinKS | 10.22.2012 | 11:53 am

    Great write-up and congrats on a great ride. I loved “Perseverance takes over where physical ability wanes. Fortitude develops where fatigue festers.” Sounds like a great top tube message (or 2) or jersey inner pocket message!
    Thanks for sharing!!

  7. Comment by JohnBoy | 10.22.2012 | 12:10 pm

    “It was like a fart in your open mouth.” This has got to be one of my most favorite expressions of all time. I’ve had rides that end similarily and I have experienced that same gut wrentching feeling.

    Congrats on finishing an exciting and exhausting ride. I enjoyed your write up very much.

  8. Comment by Ginger-Schminger | 10.22.2012 | 12:26 pm

    Jenni, you’re a beast. I bow down!

  9. Comment by rich | 10.22.2012 | 12:42 pm

    great write up and awesome accomplishment!
    Thanks for sharing.

  10. Comment by Erik S | 10.22.2012 | 12:47 pm

    Nicely done Jenni. Thanks for the writeup and video.

    The pro team was Monster Media powered by MRI:

    My resolution for next year’s ride is to find a better balance between socializing and pedal mashing. I think I did a terrible job this year of fighting my conflicting urges of talking to all the wonderful people and hammering the living snot out of my bike ;) I had intended to take some time and chat with you specifically, but just HAD to chase down the people riding off the front.

  11. Comment by Jenni | 10.22.2012 | 12:51 pm

    Erik S, THANK YOU!! Best group of guys EVER! Please remind Gil he is your team’s honorary Fat Cyclist. His 14% body fat was pretty horrendous, I could barely stand to draft of him.

  12. Comment by Betsy | 10.22.2012 | 12:54 pm

    Cry-o-clock! I love it! This was an awesome write up! Thanks for sharing! I’m also totally stealing the idea of a note and writing a note right now to send to my beloved who is far away and lonely and struggling and has only his bike for company, and a lot of open road.

  13. Comment by Erik S | 10.22.2012 | 12:59 pm

    Jenni – I think you’ve mistaken me for a pro…ha!

    Heather’s my better half ;)

  14. Comment by Jenni | 10.22.2012 | 1:11 pm

    I’ve got it straight now! But you’re welcome for the ego bump (:o)
    Thanks for the great comments everyone. After watching that video so many times I’m wishing I was still back in CA!

  15. Comment by D. | 10.22.2012 | 1:22 pm

    Well, Fatty, I’ve been critical in the past.

    But in reality, TODAY, the cycling and cancer mantle is yours to pick up. And run. With.

    Stuff like this gives just a (very, very, little) taste at what might be possible. Quit your job. Have faith. Be honest. Be you. And run. With. It.


    I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I’m not sure what my family would think of me suddenly having no income whatsoever. – FC

  16. Comment by Dr.Bryce | 10.22.2012 | 1:58 pm

    ^^ Amen D.

    Fatty, please pick up the cycling and cancer mantle, TODAY!

    Somebody (different) has to run with that torch, after today.

  17. Comment by Heather Schumm | 10.22.2012 | 2:20 pm

    Jenni – you are freakin’ amazing. Thank you for being you. Great write up! You are welcome in CA whenever you want to come back. Feel free to bring your sweet note writer, too. Make sure you bring Skittles.

    Fatty – thank you so much for the opportunity to ride in TdP last year, and for introducing me to such a great event where I get to meet incredible people like Jenni. I love that you found her post from my ride report last year :)

  18. Comment by lisa f | 10.22.2012 | 2:51 pm

    jenni: thanks for being a part of tdp and doing such a great write up. glad you had a great experience and hope to ride with you and heather next year. luv ya both!

  19. Comment by Clydesteve | 10.22.2012 | 2:52 pm

    Jenni – Cry o’clock is a time i have found on anti-cancer rides as well.

    Just to be sure you know, cry o’clock should always be followed up by beer-thirty.

    Congrats, and good write-up. Sorry about your Go Pro.

  20. Comment by cyclingjimbo | 10.22.2012 | 3:00 pm

    Great write up, and some memorable lines, as noted above. I had to be careful, sitting here in my office, not to laugh or cry to loudly. Your Cry O’clock in reminiscent of Fatty’s Crying is for Climbing, a stark and touching reminder to everyone of what people go through when they face off with cancer.

    Thanks for sharing your story.

    Ride on. Fight on. Shalom.

  21. Comment by Lin | 10.22.2012 | 3:07 pm

    Nice writeup, and I am glad to see that the YSC is getting more attention.

    I had to chuckle with your assessment of whether someone from Iowa could properly evaluate hills. You’ve never been to Iowa, have you? Come visit Dubuque area and eastern Iowa sometime (the blufflands). It’s brutal. So first, ask the Iowan where they are from if they indicate brutality! (I don’t actually live there, but I have ridden there quite a bit)

    Oh, and I lived in upstate New York. The hills in eastern Iowa, western Wisconsin, and Northwest Illinois are way worse. Different kind of hills though. Steep and short, over and over.

  22. Comment by RodNeeds2Ride | 10.22.2012 | 4:25 pm

    HOLYCRAPTHATWASAWESOME! Jenni, YOU are the COOLEST! AND inspiring! AND funny, AND stuff. Way to do that ride and OWN IT!

    I’ll stop shouting now.

    Come eat donuts with us!


  23. Comment by RodNeeds2Ride | 10.22.2012 | 4:27 pm

    Oh, and Fatty, let’s hook this fine young lady up with another GoPro shall we? Maybe a new Giant? Talk to your people and get back to me. :)

  24. Comment by Jason | 10.22.2012 | 4:40 pm

    I’m looking forward to the day that a woman tells me her crotch wants to be my facebook friend. That line is classic.

  25. Comment by Libby Hodges | 10.22.2012 | 4:45 pm

    Jennifer, I SO enjoyed meeting you and riding with you. I absolutely loved your sense of humor especially on the Laguana Cliffs Lobby. Yes the heels were on serious parade! Your memories are great as is the video and pictures! Take care of yourself.
    BTW… Kevin says he’s not waiting for you at the top.

  26. Comment by roan | 10.22.2012 | 4:50 pm

    Fatty, I’ll echo RodNeeds2Ride. A “Century”-note towards a Avail. Just let me know where to send it.

  27. Comment by cece | 10.22.2012 | 4:50 pm

    Luved your ride report! Thanks so much! I admire your grit and determination!

    The funniest line ever!
    My crotch wants to be your facebook friend.

    That line is classic.

  28. Comment by Paula Webb | 10.22.2012 | 5:00 pm

    You are amazing! Great write up and quotes to steal!

  29. Comment by Jenni | 10.22.2012 | 5:52 pm

    Hahaha!! Crotch humor, I am well attuned to the climate of the audience! And yes, I have ridden Iowa, I did RAGBRAI, though admittedly Iowa is like a pancake with blueberries.

  30. Comment by Trish | 10.22.2012 | 6:58 pm

    So fun to read; thanks for sharing. Yes, but do RAGBRAI when it’s deep in the Bluffs, along with Tornado Hill and Potter’s Hill in July heat with no trees – but the pies make it all worth it. Made this ride a cakewalk. Iowa may be pancake with strawberries on the edges :)

    Your evaluation is spot on! I want to try an Avail now too :)

  31. Comment by FujiPixie13 | 10.22.2012 | 7:05 pm

    Jenni, your write up cracked me up and still I have tears in my eyes. I just did my longest ride yet yesterday suffering with full-blown allergies(blasted ragweed) on a gorgeous day in NC. On one of the steeper hills, I was darn near to Cry O’Clock due to a nasty headwind that was making the allergies and the climbing simultaneously worse. And the end of the ride was a short hill that had me cursing and snotting at the same time! Lol. Sadly, my longest ride yet was shorter than the total miles on your last day of this ride. You are an amazing woman and a true inspiration.
    Btw, if someone from North Carolina gives you advice about hills, find out where in the state he/she is from….we have all 3: flat(the Eastern coastal areas), rollers(middle of the state), and pretty significant mountains(the Western, along the Blue Ridge Parkway/Appalachian Mountains).
    Chapeau, Jenni, Chapeau.

  32. Comment by Fat Cathy | 10.22.2012 | 8:15 pm

    Awesome write-up, Jenni. Thank you for sharing. And thank you for my new fav quote “It was like a fart in your open mouth.” I’m so using that one.

  33. Comment by Matt | 10.22.2012 | 8:41 pm

    “If you’re from Iowa, or say, Kansas, your route advice comforts me, knowing full-well a brutal hill in Iowa can be the highway overpass.”

    To this I would offer the following rebuttal:


  34. Comment by Alex | 10.22.2012 | 9:00 pm

    So..uh…Jenni is HAWT!!!! Even in a mustache. Will I get beat up for hitting on her?

  35. Comment by Carl | 10.22.2012 | 9:16 pm

    Great post Jenni… You are hilarious!

  36. Comment by Jeremy | 10.22.2012 | 10:00 pm

    Wonderful report. If only it weren’t when it is. I suddenly feel the need to ride this one.

  37. Comment by davidh-marin, ca | 10.22.2012 | 11:19 pm

    I’m sure we could get our own Pro(as ‘in favor of’) Fatty Team together next year to pace Heather, Jenni, and next year’s ambassador along the California Coast. The Chapek Bothers come to mind. And Elden could try come out and find out what California Fall is like. Palm trees don’t change color and loose their leaves(fronds)like those pesky colored things in his woods.

    Jenni, this is one of the BEST Guest Posts we have had the privilige to read. Your ‘note writer’ is one lucky person and I hope we all have the chance to meet you in person at the Fatty Fondo (Elden, when is that again?)

    Congratulations,and I second the Donut Man’s idea of a new Go Pro, and more importantly that sweet mount Fatty uses.

  38. Comment by Sthenic | 10.23.2012 | 6:45 am

    Thank you!

  39. Comment by Barton | 10.23.2012 | 6:48 am

    Great write up. I haven’t done a cancer ride, but I have done multiple MS rides, and typically reach “cry o’clock” the second someone asks me why I am riding – quickly followed each time I catch up (or am passed by) one of the buddy riders (volunteer doing tandem w/ a person w/ MS – in all stages of MS).

    And to reiterate what others have said about Iowa – it ain’t all flat. I’ve done hills in NY state and SE Iowa. NY state has rolling hills, SE Iowa has the most ridiculous short, straight up things in the world – and they just keep coming! (same w/ NE Missouri, where my aunt frequently kicks my arse over the hills). Kansas? Dead flat. You weren’t wrong there – but the wind can hold you back like no mountain ever could.

  40. Comment by TominAlbany | 10.23.2012 | 7:08 am

    “I happily told the mechanic my crotch was going to friend him on Facebook”

    This is quite possibly the funniest line I’ve ever read on Fatty’s blog. Seriously.

    Nice job and great video!

  41. Comment by pedalpink | 10.23.2012 | 8:17 am


    After meeting you at LiveStrong Austin 2009, and riding with you again at Philly 2010, I knew you were going to be a fantastic Team Fatty ambassador at Tour de Pink. A+++ for the video and the write-up.

    I’m continually amazed at the great people I’ve met fundraising for Team Fatty. Most of us didn’t know each other before an event, but once we’ve joined Team Fatty we become part of an awesome community of people with super powers.

  42. Comment by Jenni | 10.23.2012 | 9:52 am

    You are all awesome. I agree, the people I’ve met on Team Fatty are some of the most amazing people in my life.

    My GoPro itself might be ok, I’m too mad at it to look right now. The mount and case is most assuredly broken and the one Fatty uses was on backorder last time I tried to get it. I haven’t tried the camera yet to see if the lens is scratched or if the new Wifi unit still works. It was absolute GoPro carnage.

  43. Comment by AKChick55 | 10.23.2012 | 10:44 am

    Oh Jenni – this was the most wonderful post! You are freaking hilarious! :) Do you have your own blog? If no, please start one, please, please, please. Talent like yours should be shared. :) Please?

    As a Giant owner (I have the cross – TCX-W), I LOVE LOVE LOVE my bike. It’s AMAZING. I’ve always thought I wanted a Trek, but I’m seriously considering getting a carbon Giant (women’s specific) to complete my stable (after I get my fat tire bike, a 9:Zero:7). I had to laugh as I have the hardest time finding a bike that fits (that XS would have been perfect!). Giant is the only bike that makes a cyclocross bike – women’s specific or not – in my size. :)

    I’m sad you didn’t get to take the Avail home. How ever do we remedy that? :)

  44. Comment by Liz M. | 10.23.2012 | 11:18 am

    Congratulations, Jenni. Thanks for representing us so well and for your fantastic write up. Loved the video. You will have to get the Go Pro fixed before your next LCI coaching gig because I don’t want you showing them reruns of our mistakes. ;-)

    Please let us know if you are organizing a Team Fatty presence at upcoming events on the east coast.

  45. Comment by Wife#1 | 10.23.2012 | 11:23 am

    Okay that was just an AWESOME ride report Jenni. Though I may never recover the “graphic immediacy” of your fat in the open mouth line. :-)

    Who else wants to chip in $10 each to get Jenni the Avail?!

  46. Comment by Jess | 10.23.2012 | 5:35 pm

    i just love your first ‘lowlight.’
    great write-up babe. they couldn’t have picked a better woman to represent!

  47. Comment by Herb S. | 10.24.2012 | 12:15 pm

    Simply, and completely inspiring. Thank you!

  48. Comment by TimRides | 10.24.2012 | 8:50 pm

    Jenni – While we missed having you on Team Fatty: Austin lately, it sounds like you had a heck of a ride.

  49. Comment by Whitney | 10.29.2012 | 6:55 am

    Awesome write up. I laughed so hard I felt it in my abs. I like it when I laugh that hard. I’ll donate a century note.

  50. Comment by Whitney | 10.29.2012 | 6:57 am

    Seriously. I’m touched by Janni’s struggles and victories while fighting cancer. My family knows the struggles. I always look for an opportunity to give back.


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