The cycling gods tried to stop me from working out today. In a rush to make it to my community run group, a group that meets every Tuesday to run, I felt that I still had adequate time to ride my bike there. I grabbed my bike, realizing I had my husband's back wheel on the back. I promply changed wheels, only to find my front tire had gone flat! In my rush and frustration, I changed the flat, and left the house heading to the trailhead...a trailhead that was about a 1,000-foot climb up. Yes, I said UP! Hills galore exist here in my small New Mexican mountain town. The wind pushed back at me, trying to make me give in to my mind that was screaming, "Go home! You're tired and hungry! What are you even doing out here anyways?" But I didn't give in. Ikept cycling, pedaling, climbing, foot by foot. The trailhead was a lot farther than I remembered it, either because it was or because the bike ride was that tough. But I did not stop; I did not give up! When I saw the glimmer of parked cars at the trailhead in the distance, it took all I had to not scream in relief. Upon rolling up and unclipping, some of my friends gawked at my accomplishment. "You biked all the way up here?" they asked. "Yeah," I said shyly, knowing deep down that I had beat the cycling gods - the gods that are ruthless and unforgiving. They have relinquished for now, allowing me to enjoy my small victory. But they'll return another day, throwing all the force they have upon me, hoping I'll fail.
But the good thing for me is, I'm always ready for their spontineity of force.
-Heather, 1 hour, 30 minutes of cycling today (9/9/14)-