biking in the neighborhoods around my house. I'd like to do more, but there are quite a few rolling hills in my area, and I have trouble getting up them.
It's pretty embarrassing to have to get off my bike halfway up a hill and walk the rest of the way. Tonight Hubby Tony set off on our bikes after dinner and rode for about 30 minutes. Tony led and chose the route. As things unfolded I realized we'd be coming home through the subdivision to the east of us. The one with the nice big hill you can coast down, and then the equally big hill going up.
I've never made it up this hill, but tonight I was determined. I started out pretty good, but soon I was barely turning the pedals, and going so slowly I though the bike might fall over. To distract myself, I started counting my pedal revolutions--how many times my right foot came up to the top. It took more than 50 rotations, but I'm proud to say I did it!
When I got to the top I was completely winded, and my legs were so tired I had trouble navigating the rest of the (completely flat) route to our driveway. But if I keep it up, I suspect that soon the hill won't be so intimidating.