This hill (which, I’m telling you, is far longer and steeper than my camera can seem to record in a photograph) is called “Big Red” and it’s been taunting me and my mountain bike for a few years now.
I had NEVER made it to the top of this hill. And it wasn’t for lack of trying. The furthest I could ever get was that big green tree right in the middle. But then, a couple weeks ago, I did it. I finally did it.
And that accomplishment, ranks right up there with some of my proudest moments…ever. I think it was the tangible result of time spent practicing my bike handling skills combined with time spent endurance training….and all that pain… that made it feel SO GOOD.