Tonight was a Conte's ride. It's regular Tuesday night hill-fest. Or torture fest if you will, for me anyway. I just don't like hills. Big girls don't do hills!
But, they are so good for me. There is something to be said for when you feel like your heart is about to pop out of your chest, you feel like your legs just won't pedal anymore, but you do. You keep going to and make it to the top.
Then you have a glorious downhill when you are breaking the 30 mph speed limit!
Followed by another uphill. And then down hill. Continue. Continue. And continue again. My speed varied between 3.6 and 37. Good times.
And as I was searching for a bike/hill picture, I came across this one - which I LOVE! She might me my new mascot...