Goldilocks

The bike ride has finally arrived. Too bad I didn't condition myself for it. I did give my bike the once over, pumped up the tires, cleaned it off. Wish me luck.

I love to dress up for events. Even though I do love biking, dressing up makes it a little extra fun. And since it was the day before mother's day which is a special one where I love to wear pink and think of my family and friends, some breast cancer survivors, some who fought bravely and lost the battle. I wore my pink goldilocks braids for the ride, my safety vest, Goldilocks jersey, hot pink compression socks and pink gloves

 

Marsha rides the Goldilocks

This year I rode the race with Liz and her cousin from Riverton. We met before the race in the parking lot and walked our bikes up to the starting area. Liza and ?? were fun to ride with, they were both stronger riders than me. They waited for me a lot once we got off the downhill portion of the course. Right by house at the Artic Circle Liz got a flat tire and we called Jan to help us. He came right over and in the meantime the Papa Bear's also showed up. We should have changed the tire, not just pumped it up as it later went flat again. When we came to the last of the ride Liz went on ahead so she could get done and get out of the heat.

This is my third year in a row to participate in this ride. Although Dani did a great organizational job as always, I probably won't be back to ride again. Riding around Herriman, South Jordan and Riverton is just not scenic. And with her 10am start time for the 40 mile route, getting to the final lunch stop at 2pm because I am a slow rider is just so not fun. It got hot, there was lots of construction, and the end of the ride is uphill. Since I was out of biking shape it was just too much for me.

Liz Gotter rides the Goldilocks.

I usually only write about positive things here in my blog, but I also write about things I learn too, so I am going to write about this because it has impacted my life, in a good way because of some great Marathon Maniac friends. My former friend Cyndie Nell thought it appropriate when she saw me alone on my bike to roll down her window and yell out her car window and call me a "dumb bitch" as I neared the finish line. We had about a year of fun times together, but at that moment it seemed like she was 41 years old going on 13 and no good history. It was very sad. In her mind I schemed against her in several different incidents and didn't put any where near as much into the friendship as she did and this is what it came down to for her. It hurt my feelings and so hopefully that made her feel better. This picture of her below, with her daughter beside her makes me sad because she did this to me with her daughter Tess in the car.

And what good came out of this incident? Well, Operation Dolores Umbridge that's what!