Hear me roar.
I biked up the west-side hill this morning. It was only my third attempt. The first time I felt like vomitting and the only thing that stopped me was the fact that I was right outside my husband's office and someone I knew would probably see me. The second time, I crashed on a park bench at the top and rested for a good 5-10 minutes before I had the strength to move on. This time, I barely broke a sweat. OK that might be a little exaggerated but still - I didn't stop and I didn't walk. Not one step! Yippee.
I won't mention the two guys that biked by me chatting away like they were standing in their kitchen instead of biking up a hill. I could barely manage a breathy "Hi" in between gasps when they rode past.
4 comments:
w00t w00t! Congrats on making it up the hill! (That's farther than I'd ever go)
it would make it alot easier if you had Coulee pulling you up :) or maybe she was????
sounds like great progress!
I heard you roar all the way over at my house!!!
way to go!!!!
Hooray! Knew you could do it! Good for you!
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