Some days when I am on my bike it seems that all the stars are aligned. Yesterday was one of those days or so I thought. I hopped on my bike to head home after work and it was as if I was flying. My legs went around effortlessly, my lungs and heart seemed to be humming along in perfect sync. I floated by others as if they were hardly moving. It was blissful. I though "I am getting so much stronger, I can start racing now!" Then I turned North and headed ever so slightly uphill. I slowed and my legs began to burn a little and my back began to ache. I shifted down, a guy with very hairy legs, in his aero bars, loaded down with panniers passed me. Maybe I am not ready to race or maybe I can race if there are tail winds, only down hills and I have the perfect wheel to tuck behind. But, where then would the challenge come from? How would that make me stronger or better? It wouldn't. *sigh* It does hurt to get better, it takes getting beat to want to improve. At least for me, even if what is beating me are my own expectations.
As for yesterday, I will take it. That few moments of sweet harmonious riding and feeling good about what I was doing is enough to know where I want to be next time there is no tail wind and I am truly climbing. I will do it with confidence, strength and endurance, I'll get there just you wait.
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