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Got insomnia? Ride your bike 62.5 miles.

June 28, 2009 by heidi 8 Comments

Heelya and I at mile 30

I’m going to try to update this briefly while I’m home. But let me warn you: my parent’s dial-up Internet connection is powered by a hamster on a wheel. It’s already crashed twice this morning.

I’m gearing up for my bridal shower, which will take place under a circus tent in the backyard. Only a handful of girls will be here, including my loveable aunts, PK, Heelya, Caroline (a frequent Lance commenter) and my Ro of course.

My father is heading out the door to pick up the boatloads of food my mom prepared for this event. She made so much food (for 18 people) that she had to store it at my dad’s machine shop one town over. As I’m typing this now, my Dad walked past and asked what I was doing.

“I’m updating the Lance,” I said.

“Ah. Well you’ve gotta switch into another gear when you use this computer.”

“I know Dad. It’s crashed twice already.”

To save on time, here is one picture from The Ride for Roswell, which I completed yesterday. Thank you to everywhere who donated. I raised $675. (All said the ride raised $2 million for the Roswell Park Cancer Institute.) Ro, my sister Heelya, her boyfriend Brian and I rode 62.5 miles yesterday morning. We woke up at 4 a.m. Pedaled with no pain, without any flat tires or any mishaps, save for one 12-bike pileup five feet in front of us. It was a domino-effect type crash that resulted in one broken collarbone , three mangled bikes and one bloody face. Our team, thank Jebus, rode away unscathed. Ironically, the crash was caused by a flock of over-confident high-speed cyclists on $4,000 bikes, who were riding within inches from each other’s tires. The crash was so bad we all heard the guy’s collarbone break. Nasty stuff.

On that note, my bridal shower is in a few hours. I’ve gotta help my mom set up shop. I have much more eloquent posts brewing, but I’m saving them for later. I write better when I’m not distracted. But you all know that.

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Comments

  1. Aunt Karyn says

    June 28, 2009 at 3:23 pm

    Beautiful shower….was nice seeing you. Have a safe trip back to Florida.
    {{{Hugs}}}

  2. Carrie says

    June 28, 2009 at 4:11 pm

    Your shower was AWESOME heid – i wish you and joe the best of luck!
    Cannot wait to read your upcoming posts!

    See you tomorrow for a (tearful) goodbye

  3. heidi says

    June 28, 2009 at 8:33 pm

    Yay! Aunt Karyn leaving a comment! Sweet. Thank you for the GPS. It’ll sure beat our current navigational tool: the Joe PS.

    And Carrie, thank you for being my photog at the event. You got a great shot of me with my new negligee.

  4. Carrie says

    June 28, 2009 at 9:11 pm

    I’m glad I could be an asset to your shower – I had a great time, even with the rain 🙂

    Save me some left-overs for tomorrow!

  5. reb says

    June 29, 2009 at 6:26 am

    hope you had fun at the shower! (it sounded like fun. :))

  6. Sarah @ BecomingSarah.com says

    July 1, 2009 at 7:58 am

    a) Cheers for the ride!

    and b) I hope you enjoyed the shower! Bridal showers are so much fun =)

  7. Mirella says

    July 2, 2009 at 11:57 am

    Congratulations on the ride!
    I flinched when I read about hearing the collarbone break. Yuck!

    Also, I hope that your shower was incredibly fun! :o)

  8. Tabitha (From Single to Married) says

    July 14, 2009 at 1:25 pm

    62.5 miles? I’m impressed! And not the least bit jealous, I might add. 🙂

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