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About not giving up, when going up

By hippieadventures on 2014.12.26 In Uncategorized

I remember one of my first  cycling trips from Manchester to Derby through the peak districts. A 3 day long weekend with typical British weather, pouring rain as a constant reminder of my lack off waterproof clothing or panniers. I had peddled up all those hills soaking wet most of the time, it had been cold and windy, my map was wet and hard to read, and it was generally a very difficult trip. So many times I had to encourage myself to carry on up yet another hill. (It’s not called the peak district for nothing).

You could probably not have seen the difference between rain and tears on my face during the last day, but as I looked down on one of the many parts of the wet map I realised: I was close to the very last hill. I got up on my bike that felt heavier than ever before, encouraged myself to do this thing and slowly moved towards the top of the hill. That feeling when I finally reached the top can hardly be described, but suddenly the tears of pain was changed to tears of joy. I did it, I was impressed by both my mind and my body. At the time I wasn’t trained, the weather was far from preferable, my bike lacked more than just functional gears, and breaks. I might have had everything against me, but my mind and body was up for the challenge! 252848_10150200994447175_5668971_n

 

When I looked back at the trip when I got back home, I really felt like I had done something, something had been accomplished, my body felt it and I was exhausted. I had pushed myself to my limit and I hadn’t let  myself to give up!

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