Please don’t confuse these messages. I am no different than you and these are just thoughts.
I remember riding down the Pacific Coast and this one day seemed to be going really well. I was riding with a group of guys who were doing the same journey down the coast. At some point we all began to ride at our own pace. It was nice to have company while riding and it made the minutes tick away.
As I came to a stretch that was hilly something strange started to happen. My right leg started to slow to any response and then sudden fly it completely stopped. Ashley caught up to me and stopped, my eyes filling with tears. Everything I had trained for seemed to be over. Ashley gave me some ibuprofen, a foam roller and some time. I then sat there when some of the guys, who I was previously riding with, passed by and did the nice thing by checking in on me. I think they could see the defeat and darkness I was in. I sat there and thought about how I wasn’t going to complete my 100+ mile day and possibly the rest of the bike ride.
Thirty minutes or so passed and something weird started to happen. My leg began to regain some responsiveness and so I told Ashley I wanted to give it a go. I hoped on the bike and my leg seemed to be performing. Mind you, this section ahead was a steady climb for a hour. I got to the top and saw a van parked, which had the guys in and we locked eyes. I don’t know if it was my mind or if it really happened, but there eyes said something to me. Almost like they were looking at some other being. I was possessed and looked and more importantly felt strong. I completed that 100+ mile day and gained a new strength.
The wave. Let it pass.
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