I hated all hills with a passion. I avoided them if possible, which is mostly
impossible to do where I live. Plus, we live at the top of a very steep hill, so that is waiting at the end of EVERY bike ride I do, no matter how tired I am when we get close to home.
Now, after three years of regular riding....i still hate hills. But it's a strange sort of hate now- more like a love/hate relationship. I feel a sense of satisfaction now after a hill that I didn't used to feel. Used to be I
hated every hill before, and during, and after I rode it. Now I have a strange
masochistic attraction to a hill before, then hate it while I'm climbing it, then love it when I'm done with it. Go figure.
I find myself planning rides that I know have some nasty hills in them, thinking how good a workout my legs will get. I know deep down that
doing the dreaded hills is the
only thing that will eventually make them less difficult and less dreaded. I know that the more hills I tackle, the sooner will come the day when they are no big deal. I have resigned myself to the fact that I simply cannot avoid the hills...they are lying in wait for me in all directions from my house! What's that they say about 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer'? I am learning to pull the hills closer in to me and embrace my enemies.
