Seven days. It’s been seven days since I started this crazy journey across the country. I've spent seven days making my way down the east coast to help put an end to cancer. I've spent seven days getting to know my twenty-one other teammates and other I4K alumni. Seven days spent telling people what I’m doing, seven days of eating peanut butter and jelly, and six days of wondering if my legs are going to fall off. And I still have sixty-one more to go.I don’t think I ever understood just how much work this was going to be. I never would have imagined just how smelly a person could be after going a few days without a shower, how dirty a person could get after riding in the rain, how many times you can fall off your bike in one day, or how much of a struggle it would be to wake up at 6:00 the next morning with your body aching. Then again, I don’t think I ever understood how amazing this was going to be. I never could have imagined how delicious a peanut butter and jelly sandwich could taste if you just pedaled through 40 miles of hills, or how refreshing a bottle of water could be. I never would have imagined just how close you could get to twenty-one other people in a week, how such an incredible and passionate group could come together for a cause, how amazed people would be when you explained what you are doing, how inspiring you could be to others, how many amazing people you could meet, or how kind and generous strangers could be.And the best part about it all? I still have sixty-one more days to go.