120 Okay, this is F&#KING It

Thanks to everyone's generous contributions over the last 120 days of blogging, we have reaching a nice round number: 120! And, here, I think, we should end this ragbrai adventure.

Steven is right. We need to start dreaming of ragbrai future, rather than ragbrai past, and, so, I hope, this is the conclusion to this insane project.

When I set out to write about ragby, I hoped to out do last year's 45 blogs about ragbrai. And, well, we did it. Of course, as Masinga pointed out, a good chunk of that blogging was about the #rideout, but still, we, as a team, have managed what I consider a tremendous feat of bloggitude.

For one thing, I can't believe that I have managed, in one way or another, and with TONS of help, get get a blog posted everyday for 120 days. And, let's be honest, these were not the easiest 120 days of my life.

Yet, blogging became, in many ways, the vehicle that carried me through. Much like bike riding can get your head in a safe place to deal with some of your other sh!t, this blog helped me. I got to spend a little while each and every day remembering all that fun. And, to be honest, if everything in my life was going perfect, I am not sure I could have done it.

I am also proud of myself for pulling it off. As many things as I have given up or let slide in my life, I managed to do this. So, yah! me.

And, I am so, so grateful to Beaver Nation. I got so many text messages and Snapchats and phone calls mentioning the blog and how much fun it was to read. Both Pochy and Steve L told me it was part of their morning rituals! I just feel both humble and proud that so many people that I adore and respect and who are incredibly busy and important would be willing to spend a bit of their day reading my rambling stories about the ragby.

Another hidden benefit of all of this blogging has been a reminder of how much I really do love to write. As these months have gone on, a few new projects that are inspiring and fun have come to the surface (don't get too excited, mostly it is really bad poetry).

Blogging for 4 straight months not only gave me some space to process my ragbrai adventures, I feel like it brought me closer to you, dear readers, but also to myself. I am starting to develop a passionate love of the Truth, seeking it, telling it, understanding it, and it has been almost therapeutic.

So, what's next? Well, I do want to chime in on the 100MoN and explain the whole tattoo situation. And, I do actually want to write about the Brewery 100. And, I am sure there are a whole host of adventures that are yet to be discovered and covered.

Of course, dear Beavers, if you have topics that you would like to see discussed, please don't hesitate to send them my way. The glory of the ragbrai recap is that the topic is in place.

And, so, we say good bye to the ragbrai 2014 epic recap, but before we go, I'd like to send out some thanks.

Thank you to all of our host families, and everyone who rode with us, old friends (Team Awesomeness) and new (Fall Out Boy).

Thanks to my mom, The Deb, who only occasionally reads the blog, and keeps me humble.

Thanks to my step dad, The Dale, who is a bad ass, completely dependable, and also a lot of fun.

Thanks to my dear friend Lexi, who never reads this blog and thus we can have a completely blog free friendship.

Thanks to Goldie who gets the blog emailed to her when it is published and often sends me text messages while she is on her way to the gym commenting on the content before the sun is even up.

Thanks to Rrrryan, who I believe is too cool for school, and thus, I cannot believe is a reader.

Thanks to the Beaver Ranger, Dave, who is the most bad-ass living-the-dream dude I know.

Thanks to Too Much for doing everything except for blogging too much.

Thanks to Pochy, one of our newest beavers, who treats her fun and her blog reading with a business-like precision and determination.

Thanks to Masinga, who got us started with epic weeklong guest blogging. Masinga, promise me, you are coming on this year's ragby of your own free will. :)

Thanks to my blogger friends and my blogger reader friends, Marthy and H-bomb.

Thanks to Steve Lambert and all the other readers out there, silent but supportive.

Thanks to the Mayor, my dear, loving ragby husband, who is truly, an asshole with a heart of gold. I know the man would do anything for me, loves me to the moon and back.

And, most of all, thanks to Steven. Steven, I wouldn't even have a blog, or ragby, if it weren't for you. Thank your love, and honesty, and never-say-die positive attitude towards every fucking thing.

It's been a good year, beavers. I'm proud of you. Ragbrai 2015 is just 110 away. Let's make a deal: I'll try to keep a journal this coming year, if you continue to make it amazing. Because, it ain't a dam party till the beavers roll in.

love. love. love.