I never really knew what hills were until I moved here to New Zealand!
My absolute max heart rate used to be 184. Previously a hill was something that made my quads burn, and my heart rate go up to 184.
I now find that a hill is something that I can't bring myself to look at; I have to stare at the tarmac in front of the wheel. It makes me dig real deep into my psyche even though I'm in my lowest gear and I'm out of the saddle. My heart rate is bursting my lungs at 191 and still the hill goes on, upwards, round the bend and out of sight.
When I'm climbing my hills, speed becomes irrelevant - just getting to the top is a miracle.
That's my hill! But the view at the top is FANTASTIC! And the descent is knee-trembling!![]()



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