When The Walls Cave In
Gripping tightly to the handle bars I feel the wind speed pick up. I take one last look over my right shoulder, there's no turning back now. 1,450 feet of climbing has just been completed. 3,000 feet left to go. I am going for it, 23 miles of consistent uphill. What am I doing to myself? Why am doing this to myself? Because someone has to. Because someone has to stand up and say "Enough is enough. We are Veterans, and Warriors. Just because we can't be who we were, doesn't mean we can't be who we want to be." I keep repeating a mantra in my head from a old 90's Disney Movie. "I see pride, I see power, I see a bad ass mudda, who won't take no crap off of nobody." I wish I was being watched by a coach, or someone who see's potential in me, but for right now I have to see potential in myself. I am tired, and sore. Everything hurts...My soul is hurting. Why am I doing this? All the goals have been postponed, all the money, climbs, work, and dedication has been for nothing. Or has it? I get an extra year of training, with some serious climbs and rides planned for the next year. If I can keep my head above water, and Pedal Steady.