We Can Make A Difference.
Some of you know I retired 21 months ago as a rehabilitation physician. The first year was dedicated to my own rehabilitation from years of stress, weight gain and relative inactivity. I hope in my second year to make a difference for others. From July 21 - 24, 2016 I will be participating in the Red Ribbon Ride. This is a 4 day, 300 mile bicycle ride that raises vital funds for eight HIV/AIDS service organizations in Minnesota; providing treatment, prevention and awareness. Nearly all money raised on the ride goes directly to these organizations (we all contribute to our upkeep and support on the ride).
I need your help to make this difference. I hope I can count on you to support me on my ride of help for thousands of Minnesotans with HIV/AIDS and those at risk of infection.
Over the next few months I plan to update this page often so you can follow my progress. Please visit this site, spend some time and find out why this event is so important. Learn about the people who will benefit from the money we raise.
HIV/AIDS is on the rise!! It's not in the news like it used to be. We comfort ourselves with the thought that there are medications that work. Yes, but they are very expensive and not available to many. And did you know that the CDC reports that 12% of those carrying HIV are unaware, untested and account for 80% of transmission to or infection of others. This is a problem we should all care about.
Help me and....
Thank you for your support!
PS: I will devote some of every day over the next four months preparing to ride 75 miles in 4 consecutive days. You can propel me through and at the same time do something great yourself.
My Personal Web Log
One more thing, I have been so blessed by the support monetarily and verbally of friends from all periods of my life. This experience has renewed contacts and friendships as well as opening up new ones. What could be better?
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Wed, Jul 27, 2016 @ 1:21 PM
Red Ribbon Ride Relived and Continued
Now for a word about those straggling riders between Pit 2 and 3. There were many who should probably not have been allowed to leave Pit 2 with the storm cells visible on cell phones. This was a mistake of leadership. Riders stopped in barns where there were cows being fed, others in a cow-less barn but with a farmer's wife bringing out fresh warm chocolate chip cookies and still others were in a soon to be 90 year old farmer's garage. Some were in ditches to avoid lighting.
We experienced a very emotional Friends and Family night program on the third night. The focus was transgender individuals. One provided an excellent singing routine while another provided moving story-telling. There were testimonials to the experience of living as a transgender individual. We had a moving candlelight memorial to the many lost to AIDS over the years.
The final ride from Northfield to the state capitol was perfect in weather and spirit. It was glorious to cover territory I had ridden so often in training rides. Crossing the Mendota Bridge to Fort Snelling felt wonderful for the first time and riding down Summit Avenue couldn't have felt better. Finally, I relished the moment of riding into the reception at the capitol at the front of the team (thanks to my team for that opportunity) with Rachel the other first time rider on our team.
We raised a half million dollars and that was the point. Feeling great!
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Wed, Jul 27, 2016 @ 1:16 PM
Red Ribbon Ride Relived
It's Wednesday after the four-day ride. I am nursing a cold while trying to regain the energy I had at the outset of this event.
Weather was not our friend on this ride. We waited in the new north entrance of the Mall of America for the thunderstorm cell to pass through at 6:30 Thursday morning. Thankfully, the rain cleared the air a bit and cloud cover lingered to delay the debilitating heat and sun. We rode out as a team from the MOA when I noticed and remedied my first mistake of forgetting to don my biking gloves. Donning gloves while riding in a mass of bikers is a bit tricky. Gradually, we made our way out of the urban highways and stoplights to a seemingly endless stretch of highway shared with large eighteen-wheelers and dump and cement trucks on the road to Hastings, MN along the Mississippi River. Continuing south on Hwy 61, we rode ultimately to the town of Welch, nestled in a valley where we enjoyed our first lunch in temperatures and heat indexes above 100 degrees. It was great to be greeted by Sharon and other Team Shalom members wearing their Oktoberfest outfits and providing us with ice, water, nutrients and support.
My mentor and trainer, Nona, who has done this ride many times, had informed me at the MOA that I was not to consider riding beyond lunch for fear of heat exhaustion. Harvey, our team leader and my recruiter had asserted that he would stop at lunch also. Still, many of the team continued on so I searched out a teammate to ride with and watch over me (heat exhaustion can appear insidiously and not be easily recognized by the individual) for the next leg of the journey through the mostly shaded Cannon River Bike Trail to Red Wing. Luke, my son David's Sunday school teacher who I didn't know well, was headed that way and we distracted ourselves by chatting and getting to know each other. We reached Red Wing and what we thought would be our next stop, but discovered that we had a two-mile hill to climb to the 5th pit stop. Bikers were scattered along the hillside and some of them were being scooped up by the Sweep cars. We continued to the stop where I, for one, gave in at 66 miles and a heat index of 113. I was eager to climb into an air-conditioned van filled with like-minded riders. Luke on the other hand pressed forward to complete the 85 miles. Our bikes were trucked to camp and sheltered in Hok-Si-La Campground's little woods. Several teammates pitched tents and slept in the heat and humidity. Meanwhile, I became very irritable as I tried without success to reach Sharon by phone who was relaxing in the air-conditioned hotel. We ate gobs and collapsed in the hotel.
So a brief aside here to discuss measures to avoid heat exhaustion and dehydration. I wore a Camelback watering system which I filled with water and ice as needed at pit stops every 15 or so miles. My arms were covered with white UV reflective sleeves which when soaked in ice water cooled and evaporated to continue some cooling. My neck BUFF was another wet sleeve into which I could tuck a baggie filled with ice. Initially, I wore the neck wraps containing hydrated pellets to maintain the wetness, but they became too heavy and restrictive. Baggies with ice were also packed in the back pocket of my jersey and my chest in front. These invariably became water by the next pit stop and were replaced with ice.
Day#2 began at 6:45am. Oh no!!!! I was late from the hotel and most of the riders had already left Lake City as they attempted to beat the heat on the dreaded long and high climb to come enroute to Rochester. At this hour, there was major fog with Lake Pepin invisible as we rode along Hwy 61, hoping to be seen by vehicles, to Wabasha. I rode behind a teammate for some distance since I had a bright blinking red taillight, though I was not convinced it was that visible and helpful. The road was climbing around the bluffs and I marveled that I was able to cover this distance on bicycle now. Arriving at the first stop in Wabasha, I asked my other mentor, Marilyn, if we had just climbed the awesome hills I had been warned about for Day #2. She smiled and told me we had not begun the worrisome hill riding.
As we left, Wabasha, I understood immediately what everyone had warned me about as we climbed for at least two miles. Following her instructions, I geared down, took it slow and made it to the top without getting off my bike (passing numerous others pushing their bikes up). This was just the beginning and over the next 82 miles we ascended 3500 ft. Between Pit 1 and 2, another rider I knew yelled from behind that I should have my rear tire checked at the next pit stop. I asked if she thought I could make it that far and she said yes. So I kept riding, feeling more and more bounce to the ride. Stupidly, I never got off the bike to feel the tire. By the time I checked in with the Erik's bicycle man, I had a VERY soft rear tire. It was probably a slow leak from changing the tire, not tube, after riding 1500 miles in training. A new tube was put in and off I went. Again the heat was oppressive and at the last pit I decided to press on with no one to ride along as a couple of my team stopped there and were sagged to camp. It was great to feel that I had what I needed to complete that day. Still, there were those who managed to make the Century ride of more than a hundred miles.
We celebrate Shabbat that evening lighting candles and sharing Challah as a team. Late to bed and too much adrenaline resulted in a very poor night of sleep.
Determined to avoid the late start, I was up at 4:30am to catch the shuttle bus to camp so I could eat, pump tires and be off with the others at 6:30. The humidity was remarkable; I described it as sultry, though not as hot as we'd been experiencing. The sky was overcast which was welcome for keeping the temp down a bit. I felt great and rode faster than I had the previous days. The second pit stop came just after a very easy and relatively flat ride. I left early, alone, determined to cover distance before the anticipated rain and fatigue (from little sleep) set in. This was to be a 16-mile ride to the next stop. Somehow, I managed to catch up with the more experienced and faster riders on my team, even pulling in front of one. With 3-4 miles to go and following one of my team, I had just observed that the sky was lightening and that I thought we had passed beyond the stormy weather. The guy behind me said minutes later, "Oh, no, I can see the wall of rain coming!" We could. Suddenly we felt the warm downpour, then hail and stopped to put on our rain jackets despite being soaked already. Caroline said even though she was wet, the yellow rain jacket would help her to be seen by vehicles. We continued as the thunder and lightning appeared. In about 3 miles we arrived at the little town where our third pit stop, an open screened shelter was filling with wet riders. We were getting colder and the crew was doing its best to provide towels, blankets and Mylar blankets to warm us. There was a little coffee as well. After an hour or so, we were cleared to ride on in the pouring rain for the last 30 miles. Most of my team declined out of concern for safety with poor visibility in the rain, cold bodies and fear of additional lightning. Others managed to ride through it. We were driven by a teammate's husband to pick up our lunches where I checked in with Sharon, then continued to our awful hotel to warm up and rest. I think the lunch crew had a rainbow theme, because Sharon was dressed in a strapless rainbow dress. They were doing their best to keep the riders from ruining the church we were allowed to use and warm the chilled riders.
The America's Best hotel was the worst. Moldy smelling, the water ran progressively blacker in the tub. We couldn't change rooms or hotels, but Sharon stayed awake most of the night trying to think of an alternative and wondering whether to sleep in the car.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Wed, Jul 27, 2016 @ 1:12 PM
I've just become interested in the heat index. It is the warm weather equivalent of wind chill. You know it's cold when the temperature is low, but add the wind and you really have COLD. Well, when the temperature is high, it may be hot, but add humidity and you have the heat index making it HOTTER. The predictions for Days 1 and 2 of the Red Ribbon Ride are for heat indices of 105-110. You can prepare by strengthening, improving balance, endurance and knowledge so you are ready for bicycling 300 miles in 4 days. I'm ready. But, I can't do anything about nature.
So Sharon and I have been spending a lot of time the last couple of days working out how we can manage this new hot weather wrinkle. We've found tools. There are white, UV resistant sleeves that can be dipped in cold water and will cause cooling by evaporation while you riding--got them. A BUFF is a neck sleeve which likewise protects against UV when worn, but can also be soaked in cold/ice water to again cause evaporation to cool--I have it. New discovery is that when worn like a scarf (ala Grace Kelly) on the head and under the helmet, it is even a better cooler (guess the brain/head get particularly hot). There is a cooling towel with special fabric properties which when moistened and shaken three times, releases magical cooling properties. I'm thinking about how to attach that to my body. I have my ice cooled gel pellet mask for cooling hot, dry, irritated eyeballs. It's not such a good idea to wear this during the ride, but will be perfect for resting afterward. Ah....and I remember ordering cooling vests for my patients with MS, though I also recall them being way too heavy for bicycling.
Biking clothes are not designed for hot weather since they cling tightly to the body, but there is no good substitute.
Finally, thanks to the many of you supporters who have written to remind me that my goals have really already been accomplished. The generosity of so many has provided much for eight grateful organizations in MN and will be helping thousands with HIV/AIDS. My body has been trained and is much healthier than when I began this process. They have given me their permission to quit when it becomes unwise or
unhealthy to continue. I will be mindful of signs or symptoms of dehydration or heat exhaustion. Our team will be watching out for each other. Hurray for Team Shalom and Hurray for all of you!
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Tue, Jul 19, 2016 @ 2:10 PM
The definitive obstacle to a training ride. It's ongoing this morning when we had hoped
to have our final, long, team ride west around the beautiful lakes and fields. Awakened
by an alarm in the dark to heavy rain and thunder. Do we race around feeding pets,
pour down caffeine concentrate (to offset withdrawal HA, but not too much to stimulate diuresis or indigestion), eat a quick carb breakfast and slather on sun screen? No, we wait anxiously for the team leaders to call the ride. CANCELLED. Possibly the only thing worse than riding 75 miles is preparing to and then not being able to. Early to bed, gearing up mentally plus all the above and then have to psych down. Now, I'm worrying about how to fit a similar ride into the days remaining prior to the pre event halt/rest. Will try to ride myself when the rain stops today and fit this ride in Wednesday with some others on the team.
YEAH--reached my fundraising goal yesterday!!!!
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Sun, Jul 10, 2016 @ 7:19 AM
Greetings and Updates,
These days I have been thinking fondly of you who have pushed me along while supporting eight worthy
organizations in Minnesota who are doing so much for those at risk of or having HIV/AIDS. I wanted to let you know
what's happening from my perspective as a result of your gifts.
--become estranged from family and pets due to time riding or recovering
--ridden 1,250 miles since mid-April (who's measuring?)
--developed a right hand ulnar nerve palsy or claw hand from gripping the handlebars (taking all possible
measures to minimize--saw the hand doctor, modified the bike and behavior)
--received countless ideas on how to cover the miles, scale the hills, maintain fluid and electrolytes and avoid
--personal bests--81 miles in a day, 2300 foot climb on a ride, 200 miles ridden in a week
If I sound self-absorbed, it's kind of true I suppose. I've spent a lot of hours alone and think a lot about how not to
develop lasting chronic use problems or injure myself on the road. Nevertheless, I think often of all of you who
have been such an important part of my life and who will be benefitting so many.
This four day event will start two weeks from today at the Mall of America and end on the following Sunday in St Paul
at the state capitol. In between, I hope to have ridden 300 miles. I'll let you know.
Thank you so much!!!!!
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Fri, Jul 08, 2016 @ 9:00 AM
We had the most gorgeous weather possible for our 78 mile ride to the St Croix River
Sunday. The sun was steady and temperature was in the low 70's. Our ride took us from Mpls through St Paul and east through rolling hills to the small river town of Afton.
Riding down the curving road felt like skiing into town (one of the more popular local ski destinations). We were mindful of our team mate who crashed into a log on one of those curves and is healing the largest trunk bruise nearly encircling his body. Continuing our ride northward, we arrived at Stillwater, another beautiful river town where we had a pleasant but hot lunch before biking back to the Cities for ice cream.
An advantage of distance riding is the ability to eat the things usually avoided in my age group.
Back at home, I did my best to carry on with some family socialization. The fatigue for
me is profound and I gave in to an early bedtime hour when I couldn't keep my eyes open. Despite sport prescription sunglasses, I have gritty and burning eyes after some rides. There wasn't much wind so I'm wondering if I neglect to blink enough while watching for potholes.
Just about two weeks to go before the big ride. It turns out that the distances are not
evenly spaced on days meaning that the early days are longer than the anticipated 75 miles. Does it really matter? I will find out.
Tomorrow Marilyn and I will check out the route for our next training ride on Sunday with
a fellow rider. Am anticipating about 75 miles in sun and heat into the high '80's.
And so it goes. The hand is holding up with frequent ROM.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Tue, Jul 05, 2016 @ 11:50 AM
Hills, heat, wind
Now it's getting tough. A group of RRR participants including me headed to the hills and bluffs along the Mississippi River in western Wisconsin to experience pain, suffering and
humiliation. Well, not everyone. It was to have been a 57 mile ride which would include one of the seemingly endless number of Laura Ingalls Wilder homes in the rural hills.
Fortunately, or unfortunately lightening cut the ride short at 42 miles. These hills brought me to a new personal best in feet ascended and a new awareness of my
limitations as far as biking goes. We had temperatures in the high 80's, winds up to
the high teens and uphill climbs of two miles as well as grades of 8% (that's steep).
A slow uphill bike ride in the hot, humid weather around a decaying deer that had been on the roadside for a week is unpleasant. But, what goes up comes down and that
was another adventure--how not to achieve speeds of 50 MPH when you're on two skinny wheels. More bulging in my thigh muscles.
I was the fourth ulnar nerve palsy to present myself at the hand surgeon's office on Friday morning. I was the second one caused by bike riding. He was very helpful and
suggested ways to limp through the many miles of bicycling ahead over the next month.
My bike goes in to the shop today to change the handlebars in such a way as to shift my weight back more on my seat than hands. I am to do range of motion to my hand and fingers every 5-10 minutes during the ride to assure maximum circulation to the nerve and avoid any pressure directly over the nerve in my hand/wrist. So far, the two rides since seeing the doctor have not worsened my hand strength.
Training rides from here on are mostly very far and time consuming. This weekend we
ride from the Cities east to the little town of Afton and then along the St Croix river to Stillwater before returning to Minneapolis---80 miles. Hopefully, the weather holds and it isn't too windy.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Mon, Jun 27, 2016 @ 10:57 AM
Well....I projected myself through the Day On The Ride and here I am on Monday. Saturday,our mock RRR was hot and stressful, but a great experience. We rode about 62+ miles from city to country, sometimes on heavily trafficked roads. The crew for the RRR provided support for this one with pit stops and lunch as they will for the four day event. They were wonderful, very cheerful and cheering. I completed it in six hours followed by the most profound nap. Sunday, our team gathered again in the morning for a Day after the DOTR sojourn of 25 miles. We biked south of the river, crossed over the Mississippi in downtown St Paul and rode back up north of the river. We did this to assure that we'd experienced successive day rides. It all went very well, though the temperature rose to the high 80's.
The take-home from this weekend for me is that the actual four day event is definitely feasible, even kind of exciting. One problem, my hand gets weaker with the longer rides and it is the primary control hand. Will try to get it checked out professionally and hopefully find a way to cope while riding too. The problem with getting this far is that it's hard to imagine being unable to do the ride when it comes.
I am blown away by my friends, family and colleagues who have provided words of
support, encouragement and many of whom have given donations to this worthy
cause. Warms the heart. As one supporter recounted, it is hard to think back to that
black era when we didn't know what AIDS was, when funding for research and treatment was withheld because it was implied that this disease was just retribution for the gay lifestyle, and to know that so many of my generation were lost to AIDS, more than to combat in Vietnam....10 fold more to AIDS. Both were scourges to my generation. And now it is known that AIDS is not just a disease of the gay population.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Mon, Jun 20, 2016 @ 9:33 AM
Did I mention that my fingers go numb no matter that I wear good gloves
and reposition a lot during the ride and then are weak for several days--
hard to turn on my power tooth brush.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Fri, Jun 17, 2016 @ 9:19 AM
The Hardest Things
You might think headwinds are the worst. Well....they are frustrating as when you are
on a flat stretch and can't get moving or you're going downhill, but at a creeping pace.
No... side winds or perpendicular winds are the killers. Imagine riding along, establishing balance against a heavy wind when suddenly it stops...you're pitched sideways often toward the vehicles...SCARY.
Crossing major highways with stoplights. By the time you get yourself moving, the
light is changing. People who are driving and don't allow space cause they think you
shouldn't be there.
Unseen potholes. BANG in your arms and shoulders.
Sudden thunderstorms. Where to go to shelter from the lightening. How to see when wearing glasses covered with rain. How to warm up when you are soaked.
Getting a restful night sleep when you are anticipating the need to be at a training ride
with plenty of water, snacks, tires pumped up, spares, sun screen on and dressing for temperatures ranging from 55 to 88 degrees and without means to carry the things you are taking off.
Getting to a toilet facility when you need it.
BTW the hills are getting better.
Saturday is our mock Red Ribbon Ride with pit stops, crew, lunch and sag wagon for
@ 65 miles followed Sunday by a 25 mile excursion to learn what it is like to get back on.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Thu, Jun 16, 2016 @ 4:23 PM
It's been nearly two weeks since my last post, but not because I have been idle.
The training is ramping up and there has been a new maximum in distance, 64 miles,
and ascent, 1334 feet. Tomorrow our team will practice hills in the country--can't wait.
As the training miles are increasing, so is the temperature, so I'm thinking night rides may be the way to go--not really, though the Twins Biking team???has a MN to morning ride through the Twin Cities starting at Lake Harriet coming up. Fortunately, I have today off when the temperature is 90. New gloves and prescription sunglasses to
improve my comfort (if there is such a thing) and safety while riding. I think of all you who have supported me for this ride and appreciate your gift and your confidence.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Sat, Jun 11, 2016 @ 2:37 PM
Yesterday was a ride to reestablish purpose. A group of many veterans of the Ride
toured several of our donation recipient facilities. We biked all around the Twin
Cities visiting Clare housing sites which have been built and grown since the original rides Mpls to Chicago in the mid 1990's. One such home was built entirely on the proceeds of an early Chicago ride. These facilities provide, sometimes, longterm homes for those with HIV/AIDS who need some additional help. Recipients are of all diversities; male/female, young/old, all ethnicities and religions. It was truly inspirational and will help propel me on my way. The ride was fun if you enjoy stop and go on city streets competing with vehicles. The group was wonderful, however.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Tue, May 31, 2016 @ 9:17 AM
Thanks to my new friend, Marilyn Thompson, I am back, optimistically, in the
saddle. A new one at that. Marilyn is my new role model, hero, who has done
distance biking for 20 or more years for longer distances than I can imagine and
with Úlan. She is slightly older than me, but makes this look easy. With just the right
amount of advice and and ample amount of encouragement, she is gently nudging
me onward. Yesterday, I followed her lead on a beautiful, sunny day, through 39 miles
(who's counting) of lovely western metro countryside. This was my first taste of
the ride that is to come; in terms of terrain. Hopefully, many more of this kind of
training rides to come.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Wed, May 25, 2016 @ 12:44 PM
Well Saturday I thought I would be ready to ride with the big kids; the ones who have
done this ride several or more times to the western suburbs of rolling hills. I bit off
more than I could chew. Just couldn't keep up and was puffing like a woman in labor.
Face was red as a beet. Fortunately, a teammate who was planning another ride the
next day agreed to find a different route and take it a bit more slowly with me back home. Was still able to do 50 miles, but doubts about my ability to do this have
risen to the fore. Also had a hypotensive spell and learned I have to quit taking
my BP pills. That's the good news. There's much to be learned in this process.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Mon, May 23, 2016 @ 11:45 AM
Had another training ride yesterday. Was up early and checked the weather.
Temp was 35. What to wear? Windchill was 27 degrees at the start of our ride.
People shaking their gloved hands to regain sensation. At first stop, we were shaking
our legs to again feel our toes. Wind in our faces, we pushed on until our direction
faced out of the wind and temperatures warmed to 40 degrees. By our last rest stop,
my thighs were screaming; only 14 miles to go. We celebrated with a tour and barbecue at the Aliveness Project who do wonderful work for those with HIV/AIDS.
This was ride that will live in my memory.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Sun, May 15, 2016 @ 11:46 AM
Really, bicycling is easy once you've mastered uphills and headwinds. Saturday
was our group BEGINNERS training for 41 miles at up to 22 MPH including rolling hills
and headwinds. I'm not complaining, but I don't know about this being 'BEGINNERS'
level. We had a great time. Took in the St Paul Cinco de Mayo parade and the Surly beer factory (for water and restrooms). The thighs are beginning to have mini bulges.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Mon, May 09, 2016 @ 10:20 AM
Yesterday, I recorded my longest ride to date--42 miles. I was invited to
visit my best friend from HS at her camper near Faribault on the Cannon River.
This also happened to fall on the Sakatah Singing Hills State bike trail. I had no idea
it would be gently uphill against the wind as I road west for 21 miles BUT that meant
being slowly pushed downhill back to the camper. The trail between towns was aged
and quite bumpy. Hardest on my arms and eyes (with the wind). Building endurance,
strength, and character. Many thanks to Ruth for feeding and babying me after.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Wed, May 04, 2016 @ 6:44 PM
Team Shalom Training Ride
Had a chilly, brisk and sunny May Day ride through 20 miles of Minneapolis-St Paul
this morning with my team. Getting to know some wonderful and fun people seems
to be a great bonus to this adventure. Can feel that the hills are becoming more manageable. Maybe, this will actually be achievable when I reach the event.
Hope so. Am thankful for the encouragement and support.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Sun, May 01, 2016 @ 1:23 PM
First 80 mile week
Continuing to explore the paths of Minneapolis. The trees and shrubs are starting
their blooms leading to wondrous smells and beauty. What a great way to
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Sun, Apr 24, 2016 @ 4:01 PM
And we're off. First training ride was eye opening. Finished last....but I did do 30 miles though I had an option for 15. Mostly, I was inspired by my compatriots who are amazing--some have done this since it began 14 years ago as an offshoot from the
famous Minneapolis to Chicago ride. Another is doing this ride plus the MS 150 plus a
breast cancer fund-raising ride. There's always something more to aspire to. I met my namesake who is also an inspiration; older than me but has already ridden across the country to raise money for the Am Lung Assoc. As for the ride, the hardest part wasn't the distance, but rather riding on pot holed, bumpy, car infested streets.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Mon, Apr 18, 2016 @ 9:53 AM
So far I have been able to recover following a day or two off.
What happens when there are no days off as with the actual
Red Ribbon Ride? Hoping that that is what training accomplishes
and that I will recover overnight.
Beautiful day today for a ride. It was sunny and high 60's.
Will meet more of the other participants this Saturday on
my first group training ride. Yahoo!!!
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Wed, Apr 13, 2016 @ 9:40 PM
Managed to ride 30 miles yesterday; a bit cold. Saw parts of the Minneapolis
I haven't seen before. This will be an adventure of many kinds. Looking forward to
watching the shrubs and trees flower. Am still ambulatory too, though was a challenge
to get out of a chair last evening.
by Marilyn Adele Thompson on Mon, Apr 11, 2016 @ 11:10 AM
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