One Small Hill for man, one giant hill for me
Today I biked my usual route from home to Adam’s daycare and was about to take the easy way to the Monona Terrace bike elevator when I decided 2 things:
1) I needed to deposit money at the UWCU (on the square)
2) The most expedient way to do that would be to bike UP Wilson street.
I assumed I’d make it up to King@Wilson and my legs would give out and I’d look like a moron pushing my bike up the hill. Oh well… nothing ventured.. blah blah blah.
So I started out and kept shifting down and I made it to the King St. intersection and a red light which fortunately turned green before I had to come to a complete stop. I kept pedaling and made it all the way to the Capitol and around to the bank.
OK, so it’s not Everest or anything, but I’ll take my accomplishments where I can get them.
It gets easier every time....
the first time is always the hardest, and you’ll find it is less daunting the more you do it.
I’m not saying hills won’t still be hard, but they will be something to look forward to instead of dread.