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Hills?!?

The best part of a bike ride is going downhill. The wind whips around you and you fly down the hill faster and faster and faster. Until just a little tiny bit of fear grips you and you think you might be going to fast. However, just about the time you think I should probably slow down the road evens out. If your like me the whole time down that hill a stupid grin is plastered on your face and little giggles surface. I love flying down hill it makes me feel like I am a kid again. Makes me feel young like anything is possible.

Of course before you fly down that hill you had to climb up another. Which is a lot of work. Sometimes looking up at that hill all you can think is, "There is no way I am going to make it to the top of that sucker." Then of course you put your head down and you start to climb. You pedal and pedal and your heart beats faster and faster and your breath gets heavier and heavier. In your brain the child hood story that everyone read. "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can." Or my personal favorite, "Whatever doesn't kill me makes me stronger."

Then panting, aching, and just a little bit wore out you reach the top. Where you look down and say, "OH YEAH BABY!" totally worth all the panting and aching.

Which is actually a lot like life. We look at challenges that are placed before us and think, "There is no way that I can do that." We cry we laminate we stubbornly refuse to accept the challenge and then we start to climb. Because frankly there is no where else to go. If your like me you are stubborn the whole way through the challenge. There are all kinds of not fairs, and this sucks, and I hate this all the way through the challenge.

Biking has taught me that being stubborn has only prevented me from enjoying the "OH YEAH BABY!" moment. The moment that I reached the top worked my way through the challenge. So that is my goal right now work the challenge. Don't grumble, whine and complain just work. Then eventually I will fly down that hill.

Of course you realize that eventually there will be another hill. But what fun would life be without them.
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Sharla said…
I am so looking forward to your posts during/after of your Little Red Ride!! I'm so impressed that you have the moxie to take this on. GO Girl!
May 26, 2009 at 2:14 PM
Emily said…
You are so almost there and it is SO worth it!
May 26, 2009 at 11:38 PM
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