Just Another Drive to the Office - Racing for the Cure (and to Work)

I decided to head to Austin this past Saturday. I continue to find that the energy in the city is conducive to my speedy healing. Convinced of this, I packed a bag and loaded up my backpack and hit the road. For those who haven't taken a ride in the country lately, please do. We live in a beautiful state, and a 45 minute drive to see nature at its best will clear your mind and will do you good. I also suggest a peaceful bike ride if you are short on time and gas money but heavy on the environment and health.

I plan on taking a short ride with Lance himself as soon as we can both find time. I still have just a bit to go before I can ride well and he is still busy celebrating the joyous arrival of his newest son.

I tell my mom that all this fight and my triumph over cancer is going to make her a grandmother soon. She just smirks and quickly retorts, "not too soon son". But I know she awaits nothing more than my full healing and her first grandchild. Fat chance that I am going to get any assistance from my sister. She insists that it will be many years before she's going to have a bun in the oven. Guess I'm picking up the slack.

So I say, congratulations Lance and welcome Max, we are all so blessed to have you here. I have no doubt that I am "...standing on the shoulders of Giants" and their sons.

The weekend was amazing and after a productive weekend of work and a great meeting with the VP and fellow board member of MexicanArmstrong.org, I prepared for my Monday morning drive to work. The plan: wake up Monday morning at 6:00 am, drop my partner off at the airport and drive straight to Houston and the office (chemo chair) within 3 hours.

I learned many things on the drive home. I know most of which is positive and will be very helpful with my cancer foundation. I also learned that I was going to make it to Houston in way less than 3 hours. Overall the most notable experience arriving into Houston would be my literal race for the cure against a Viper and canary yellow Porsche Carrera. Confidently enough I won the race that day easily, my focus was that of a Top Gun pilot and my hands and feet were guided by a higher power. But I am wise enough to know the difference between a battle and war. So as I speed into battle and emerge into victory on the warfront, I proudly display my battle scars and have no fear of future war wounds.

For some reason the idea of changing rank diapers and 4am feedings scare me way more right now than a speeding ticket!

-Joel C Diaz II

Mexican Armstrong

"Nothing is more difficult than the art of maneuvering for advantageous positions." - Sun-tzu

I jockey for position and take the 2nd slot.

The better you breathe the better you perform. Twin-Turbos propel me to speeds faster than the Porsche on the open stretches! Things begin to really speed up.

Won the race and made it to the office just in time for a chemo cocktail and a victorious sticking out of the tongue. A few more enemies bite the dust; Cancer, Viper and Porsche (in no particular order). None of them ever had a chance. ;-)

Baby Max showing his natural Armstrong talent of "Nanny-Nanny Boo-Boo, you can't catch me!"