Cinderella Ride 2008
I haven’t been riding my bike “a whole lot”. When I lived in Santa Cruz, I averaged 25 miles a day. The most recent ride I embarked upon was 2 miles along Crissy Field last Sunday. I was hung over and Mary was helmet-less and it was ridiculously cold. I did not deserve the right to claim my Orbea all-carbon beauty my own that day. As a former coach for Team in Training, this would be classified as a “poor preparation plan”. Yet, the idea of riding 65 miles with 2,500 women through vineyards was greatly appealing. I agreed to do the Cinderella ride a few weeks ago via text with my friend Gina. We’re tough girls, training shmaining. Let’s roll. And roll we did. Right pass a whole lot of “nancies”. If they tried to pass us, they probably couldn’t. If they tried to school us, we had another lesson in mind. Together Gina, myself and Sophia sang many classics (Proud Mary aka “Big Wheels Keep on Turnin”, Still Not a Player aka “I’m not a player/I just crush a lot”, Billy Jean, Wanted Dead or Alive aka “On a Steel Horse I ride”). I probably crossed the double line about 180 times. We finished the ride quickly. Our sides hurt from laughing. We embraced the idea of being “biker bitches” rather than “princesses”. It was 65 miles of pure goodness. My recipe for success was: a Peet’s latte
one Aleve
two bananas
pink and white animal cookies
one turkey sandwich
a vicodin
m&m’s
GU
another vicodin
water, water, water
8oz of V8
a lemon drop (the candy people, not the drink!)
one packet of fruit snacks
