Race Across America




This is mind-blowing. It puts true meaning back into the word epic. Rob Decou climbed onto his recumbent bike June 14th in Oceanside, California with his eyes on God and a destination of Annapolis, Maryland.

With intensity athletes know well, Rob says, “impossible is unacceptable.”











Just imagine 3000 miles on a bike, with incredibly tough time constraints along the journey. Why? He’s on the Race Across America team—riding and raising money for brain cancer research.




Rob’s goal is to raise $20,000. But this isn’t about Rob, it’s about honoring his friend Christina who lost her battle with brain cancer in 2013. 

It’s also about helping others facing brain cancer and the daunting challenges it presents. 












So why not ride 3000 miles in less than two weeks? He knows he can’t do it alone, and neither can those suffering with cancer. Rob is depending on his mighty God and the incredible team supporting him every mile.












He rides day and night with unimaginable sleep deprivation. With his clothes packed with ice for the desert heat and lotion spread on his face to prevent burns, he's been relentless. 







When the Rocky Mountains challenged his lungs and his voice became a whisper, he used sign language and just kept pedaling.

 He ignored the pain in his feet, raw from 2000 miles of pedaling


With a looming race deadline in Mississippi, he was too tired to continue. But after a quick break, and a God-provided tailwind, he got back on his bike and made the deadline with just under two hours to spare. 

 Rob's Race Across America has never been about his suffering, it's for others suffering far worse and for the cancer research they desperately need. 




Now when I hear the word epic, I’ll think of Rob and those surrounding him. Only through God could this impossible ride been possible at all.
I pray he raises his $20,000 and may those dollars be God-blessed as researchers race for a cure.

Click here to donate.


Here's more about Rob's journey.



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