Yesterday was training day. Preparation for France IV, coming in 102 days. The big test is coming. The mountains don’t care how well you’ve prepared or how little you’ve done. They are steep and unrelenting. A hard climb is one of the greatest metaphors for life. Fact.
So, yesterday, we drove an hour to the Hocking Hills and rode for nearly four. Peej, Littlest, Downer, and me. Was my first ride of the year over two hours. Body hurt. Lungs fried. Legs starched. Would not have done it alone. The French Alpine climbs are much longer (some up to 15 miles), but these HH were no joke. Some stretches registered over 20% incline as Peej shouted out from the front.
Dream big, my friends. Don’t be afraid of suffering. Anything worthwhile is gonna hurt, at least some of the time. Embrace it. Yesterday was chosen suffering. Yesterday we tasted the camaraderie of suffering. We rode 49 miles and climbed 5400 feet. Suffered. Smiled. Laughed. Gave some courage and gave some s$%& too. Tired. Good tired, in fact.
Today, we’ll be with Grappy choosing to suffer some more in The Covelli Center. This time it will be deadies, chinnies, SEAL flutters, and a few other surprises. A few dudes will become less soft. You? Good.
Live hard. Love harder…
BUILT TO LEAD 