When I’m cycling and I feel the rush of wind in my helmet, I’m happy. I’m happy but not carefree. I’m always thinking of the next big hill in front of me. Hills are a source of slight terror for me. It’s all in my mind, I know. But my mind is a very fickle creature prone to concern and bouts of abject terror.
See, my thighs when I go up too many hills, they get filled with lactic acid. They become pure cement. It makes future hills appear impossible.
My physiotherapist recommended interval cycling. So 2 rides a week, I would go up and down a hill 10 times after a 10 minute warm up. I tried for the first time today and I went up and down the hill 7 times. I’m looking forward to seeing if on Sunday, I’ll be able to do 10 times and if any of this will help me navigate the hills better on tomorrow morning’s ride through the Oka National Park.
My mind is also always proud when I am able to go up a hill at 19 clicks an hour without faltering until the top. I feel a great sense of accomplishment. It makes the ride down the hill that much sweeter.
How do you feel about hills and cycling?