Today was the first time since Donna's chemo that we attempted a substantial climb. The sweat was dripping, the legs were searing and the lungs were sucking all the air they could. Donna struggled and had to walk portions of it. I used the excuse of stopping for photos, in order to let my body recover. Within sight of the summit, I almost puked and realized I should have let Donna set the pace instead of taking the lead myself.
The ride ended with a great sense of accomplishment. The only way to get better at climbing is climbing, over and over.
The scenery was even more beautiful than I remembered. The climb was longer and steeper than I remembered. My wife is more of a rock star on the trails than I remember.
