This morning, this memory from about six years ago today popped up into my world. This was the day that I biked to the top of Mortirolo, a very famous mountain in Italy. This mountain belongs to the professional cycling race known as the Giro d’Italia. Mortirolo is one of thethe mosttalked about mountains in the road cycling world. Some of the pro cyclists themselves have claimed it to be the most challenging climb they have done. Yet, little ‘ole me somehow made it up there, one pedal stroke at at time, pigtails in tow. It’s true.
Sometimes I still can’t believe that I did make it to that summit. The picture of me was taken right at the point where I doubted that I could do it, and wondered what I was doing there. My husband, who has played the role of my coach numerous timesover the years, convinced me that I was choosing to talk myself out of it. He was right. He told me to do one switchback at a time. He told me notto stop during a steep incline as it would be really hard, if not impossible, to get going again. He told me to take a break at the flatter part of each turn. He told me breathe, and to regroupduring each break.
Putting the pieces of advice he gave me into action, I made my way up some of the steepest sections of road that I have ever encountered.
My friend had invited me to join her at an exercise class that she raved about. It was a choreographed class, which I didn’t often go to, however, she had convinced me that I didn’t need any specific experience. She also told me I would have fun and I would get in a great workout. Sounded peachy. So off we went.
The minute the instructor, Amber, entered the room, the energy level was raised about a million notches! In she came, or rather, in she bounced, whooping, smiling, and convincing us that yes we can!!! I thought to myself, wow, this woman is ripped!! Within seconds I was PUMPED! I was ready – for what I didn’t know – but I was ready. Off we went.
Crater Lake came into my life unexpectedly when a road trip spontaneously got extended. With the gift of extra time, my husband James and I found ourselves in the lovely little town of Bend. Our location, the fact that we had our bikes with us, and our love for craft beer all resulted in our stay in a place that we had never heard of, and quickly fell in love with.