I struggled on the hill today up the Academy. Actually, I struggle every time I climb that hill. My legs felt like they were going to explode and the group just rode away like I was standing still. I contemplated turning around for a brief second and riding out the North Gate. No one would know except me. I looked up the hill and saw other people struggling in the wind and thought this is making me stronger.
I may not be the fastest. I may not be the strongest. But today I brought my best. And that's all you can hope for.
I crested the hill happy I didn't quit, happy I struggled. If it were easy I wouldn't be doing it. I love the challenge. I love pushing myself to my physical and mental limits to learn how I can grow and go faster as a cyclist and as a person.
Plus, what goes up must come down. And I am addicted to speed. I love moving quickly through space and time, zooming downhill inches away from other riders and picking the right wheel and line to the sprint point. Balancing the fine line between risk and reward.
It's important to practice your strengths and your weaknesses. Lucky for me I got both on today's ride.
What moves you? What are your limits? When faced with struggles, do you embrace them or turn away? Where's your apex?