Last weekend I reluctantly participated in the Bogus Basin Hill Climb. I say reluctantly because I really didn’t feel in shape enough to participate but my father in-law, Ray, had had everyone else bail on him so I signed myself up. The two glasses of wine the night before coupled with an extra ten pounds and only riding one day a week made for yet another workout battle. The first nine miles of the 16-mile course are the most steep and difficult. On the corner of the first steep hill, I looked back and saw the end of the race car almost directly behind us. I said, “Ray, we are going to get last!” and he said, “No we won’t, just wait and see, we will pass some people.” Ugh. Let me just say that I did not say much that first 11 miles because my mother taught me that if you cannot say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. Seriously I had so many negative thoughts that I thought it would be demoralizing to say them out loud and I didn’t want Ray to feel bad that I was suffering and that I only did the race for him.
But, after mile 11 things started looking up. I felt myself pass my natural stopping point for the distance that I am in shape for and I almost heard my body exclaim to me, “What the hell are you doing lady?? Stop!! Now!! Seriously!!” But I kept going and hauled myself up that mountain. It was all worth it one hour and 50 minutes later when Andy and Belén were waiting at the finish line.
Now, September 1st, my arbitrary “Get Motivated and Be Positive Starting Now” date has passed so I am on the road to a more fit, happy self.
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