On my longest ride to date

Also, this is my new helmet which is awesome.

On the cycling front I've done two Medios on my hybrid (around 90k), and just recently just shaved about 20 minutes off last year's Langley Medio time on a road bike.  Road bikes (to me) are scary: the tires are narrow; they go really fast; and they are tippy.
Backstory: I have some weird perception of what downhill is compared to other people.  Sometimes when I am in the trails with Michael and there is a somewhat steep path I will either ask Michael to escort me down, or I will go down on my bum.  It's utterly nonsensical and I know that it is entirely in my head, but a somewhat steep incline induces a quasi panic attack when I'm confronted with it.
We were in West Van once and climbed up some embankment.  Kids in flip flops were running past me to get down.  Little old ladies were passing me and looking at me strangely.  I.  Couldn't.  Get.  Down.  Michael thought it was funny, but I was almost paralyzed with fear and he had to come and get me, and lead me down by the hand with me thinking the entire time that I was going to slip and fall.
There's probably a term for what I have.  Maybe my equilibrium is off because I don't remember being like this as a kid, but it is a thing for me now and it fucks up aspects of my physical life which both pisses me off and embarrasses me.  Thankfully I have friends that look away before they roll their eyes and help me through it.
That said, today was my longest ride to date.  I got on a road bike on March 7th and it's been a steep learning curve since then, but I am very proud of my ride today.
We tucked in with a group moving at a nice clip (I was the only female) and I was doing well.  I still am afraid to try and take my water bottle out while riding for fear of crashing which meant I could really only try and take a drink at red lights which were few and far between.  I was also afraid of reaching back into my pockets to get something to eat which is dangerous given that I'm hypoglycemic, so when Michael blew a tire at 40k I was more than happy to pull over, drink almost all my water and eat a Luna bar since I was starting to get the shakes (and yes: I'm an idiot and I need to just do practice rides and learn how to take the water bottle out and put it back in, and how to pull out food when I'm hungry so I can eat it.  I get this.  I get this.  I watched guys drink and eat freely and felt like an imbecile, but I will master it).
So we watch our little group move off into the distance.  Michael has a pee and changes his tube which all in all maybe takes ten minutes and we're back on the road.  Lougheed, no less.  Like, really?  I HATE cycling in traffic.  I hate cars, I hate people, I hate that the "cycling lane" is full of debris and broken glass and I'm just trying to get through to the next turnoff.
As a chick, I'm not seeing a lot of chicks.  But, being abysmal on the descents, I get passed by three women, one of whom says "on your left!" which is what you should say if you think it might be dicey, but I'm going slow as hell and am to the right so I'm not really sure if she was just being overly cautious or what.
The fun thing about cycling is that when you weigh more you go downhill faster.  I get schooled on the downhill because I'm afraid of it, and because I'm fairly light.  The fun thing about me is that I'm a marathoner and that running for four hours is vastly different from cycling for four hours.  I caught and passed those chicks on the uphill on every occasion.
At the last stop they pulled in behind us, didn't stay long at the aid station and then started grinding up the Pitt Meadows bridge.  Michael let me go first and said "Let's see how you play it".  Yeah.  Call me Patani: I am made for hills.  Passed them all -  though I oddly didn't find it necessary to point it out to them when I was passing them on the left - and never saw them again because it was all either flat or uphill to get back to the finish.
Around kilometre 95 we had to do a big climb.  Riders in front of us pulled off to the sided to contemplate and re-group.  I did not stop, grinded through the hill and even passed a guy that had been in our original group earlier in the morning.
Wrapped the whole thing up.  My pace for 100k was just over 25k an hour excluding pit stops.  There were only maybe 150 or 200 riders today, and I'm not sure how many did the 50k versus the 100k, but I'm pretty sure I was the first female in on the 100k route.  I know it was a ride and not a race, but I am pretty pleased with my progress since getting on the bike this March and not knowing what the hell I'm doing.
We'll see how I do in Whistler.