Today I made sure to drop the mental breadcrumbs as I took the first turn to the left, pedaled by our favorite pizza place, and began the slow climb out of town. My legs are now adjusted to climbing again. I’m still slow but it’s different now in terms of my cadence and the time it takes for lactic seizure. I remember the two previous trips to France and how after about four days of riding in the Alps, we all began to find a slightly higher gear. It was still hard. We were still struggling, but somehow even us flatlanders were finding our way Up.
Do hard things, friend.
You’ll adjust sooner than you think. Stop thinking about it and start to baby step into the hard thing that’s been placed in your path. You’ll discover it’s not as hard as you think.
Do hard things. Good…