A Stupid, a Funny, and a Century

When I was in Driver's ED in high school, my eloquently spoken instructor told us that car accidents weren't usually accidents. He had decided we shouldn't call them accidents, we should call them stupids because they occurred usually because someone was being stupid. Last month I was in a stupid with a stupid who was texting on the highway. He rear ended me at 70 miles per hour. At first I was mad, and then I got shaken up and scared, and then I was mad again. I wasn't hurt but my pretty new car was.

It took about a week to fix...the right way with the right color paint, but now it looks great, like nothing happened. Moral of the story: texing while driving can be really tempting, but it's a stupid.

This week I heard on the news that Maurice Sendak, who was a children's book author (Where the Wild Things Are), had died. Stephen found this interview with him on the Colbert Report that is just delightfully funny. Enjoy if you care to!

Last thing we've been up to, but not least, is that yesterday I rode my first 100 mile bike ride! It was called the Goldilocks century. It was super long but really fun.

Here is a route map. The most crazy leg was out to Fairfield, that is really far out in Utah Valley. I felt great until about mile 70 and even then, felt like I could still go for a long time until mile 90. From 90 to the end I just wanted to keep moving my legs and get to the end so I wouldn't have to sit on the seat of my bike any longer.









I started out with my friend Morgan (pink) and her friend Gerilynn (white). They were doing shorter distances so we didn't stay together too long in the scheme of things.

Crossing the starting line...

And crossing the finish line! It took me eight and a half hours total but I was actually on my bike riding for six and a half, the extra two hours were lunch and rest stops. I achieved my goal of keeping an average pace of 15 miles per hour...and finishing. 

This is just after the finish when I got to eat a delicious ice cream/shaved ice with one of my drafting buddies. When I didn't have people I knew to ride with it wasn't a problem, anyone who was the same pace as me was pretty much open to some push and pull help so I made a lot of friends.

Stephen was the greatest fan! He was at the start, the first rest stop, lunch, and at the finish. I'm excited for the next century, which will be with him.