This is slightly off-topic, based on my usual southern Sunday road ride. But I couldn't believe the racket the weanie in my head put up when it came time to do the little hill up Happy Valley toward the prison, so here you go:
I just got back from my Sunday ride in the desert, and I have this personal nemesis climb that I have a love/hate relationship with. It's not that big a deal, except my old road bike is geared really high, and I'm no spring chicken.
When I come to a "T" about halfway into my usual route, I can go right up this long swooping hill that goes for a little over a mile, or turn left for a nice undulating ride back to civilization.
Within a mile of my weekly critical choice, I was amazed at what this chicken weanie inside my head started screaming at me:
"Save your legs, this is your third day in a row riding!"
"You already added the climb to the World Center for Birds of Prey-- That was enough!"
"It's getting cold, turn left and head home!"
"It's getting dark, now's a great time to bail--[hint, hint]"
"You're going to work out tomorrow night, so save your legs!"
"You're tired, and haven't taken a drink in 10 miles, so don't push it!"
"Nobody knows where you are, don't risk it!"
"Your cell phone's dead, take the safe route!"
"You've got nothing to prove, and besides, your wife wants you home!"
On and on this no-load, pencil-necked invertebrae coward in my head was screaming for the easy way out, begging me to turn left at the junction and just, ahhhhhh, coast....
The closer I got to the "T" junction, the madder I got. Snarling like a cornered cat, I took out my frame pump, strung that coward up between my bars and whipped him, beat him and reminded him that this is MY ride, not his, and I'M NOT A QUITTER! AAARRRGGH!!
Fire in my eyes, fight in my belly, and acid burning through my veins!
It was almost like a wind came into my back, (I kid you not), and every nerve and cell oriented itself into turning right and making that climb submit to the Paladin, demanding that not only the coward in my head surrender, but that ***** of a climb yield to me on bended knee.
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