It would seem that injury and fear of pain kept me off my two wheeled enjoyment for more years than I should count. Last year I threw caution to the wind and began to push my limit to the limit. It was painful and lung breaking. There were times that I thought that I could not endure. But a pending divorce has it's gifts. A devil may care attitude spattered with specks of wisdom had me push on: never too much - never too lenient.
By summer's end I was at the top end of what I like to call my "fighting weight". Not the result of some unhealthy body image, the result of knowing what is healthy for me. I was riding the challenge hills. I began to have a fairly good range of motion. I glided into the winter season fully expecting to ride all winter indoors. It did not happen. I gained my winter weight. My muscles tightened like a wrung out dish rag.
I'm happy to say that today I made it up "my wimpy hill" for the second day in a row. I'm sure that you would have no problem with it but that is you. I cannot afford the distraction of looking either to the right or to the left making comparisons. This is my hill. My struggle. My challenge.
Go you! Go me!