Kathryn posted our first ride location : St. Francisville. My brain posted the first reality check. The last time Bennett and I trekked out on our bikes, he spent a full twenty minutes outlining the grueling St. Francisville trail. I had been silently hoping that St. Francisville would be one of our last rides – after we had you know, built up.
The real challenge of this first ride is all in my head. After all, I am the person who inflates the difficult into the impossible on a nearly daily basis. That’s one of the reasons that I’ve signed on to do this. I need to prove something to myself. It’s not about finishing for once. Two goes at the bar exam have humbled me – and changed my perspectives on success. I will have succeeded in this training process if I put my full faith and energy into getting there. No self doubt. No self sabotage.
That’s why reading “St. Francisville” was huge. That instinctive pull kicked in. I felt the get out reflex. The run before you fail fear. But I’m forging ahead. As Olive taught me – there are no losers when you give it your all.
Take heart, faithful readers. I’m sure one week and two whole hours on an elliptical trainer have prepared the writer for an hour – two hour bike. If not, I can entertain all of you for endless hours with hospital convalescence tales.
Wish me luck! I’m bringing the camera (of course.)
