There’s this hill near work. It’s the quickest way to work when I’m on my bike. It’s not a big hill and I’m sure the incline isn’t that great but I suffer every time I struggle up it, especially after I’ve been the gym the night before.
But every time I’m struggling up the hill, I tell myself this is the hardest thing I have to do today.
And most of the time, it’s true.
Anyhoo… my flights to and from Seattle are bought, I’ve filled in my ETSA (Electronic System for Travel Authorization) application and had it approved. They’re letting me in the country, which is nice. I’m pretty much set to go. Just have to work out how I’m getting from Los Angeles to San Francisco. 55 days to go.
I stumbled over here from Lisa Brown’s isn’t it pretty to think so? blog site. This must have been a few months back, and I read this bit of yours about riding your bike up the hill. Then I forgot where I’d read it, but I have a hill just like that on my way to work, and now, going up it, I tell myself the same thing, remembering that most of the time it is true. So I stumbled back over here again and came across the post and now I remember where I’d read that phrase, so…props to you! 🙂 Your words are embedded into my subconscious now, and every time I ride my bike to work, they re-surface.
I got overtaken by about five people on that damn hill this morning 😐
However, it helps to remember that on the way home, it’s downhill 🙂