BIKE CAMP: DAY 7

Today was the last official day, and I did my century ride. I woke up early and rode about 8 miles and then rode from Tombstone, AZ to Tucson, AZ...over the other side of the same mountain that we rode on the first day, and I felt stronger than I've ever felt.

It's so interesting how after a week of long rides, I don't at all feel tired or worn out. Each day (with the exception of the third day--more about that later) I felt stronger. It definitely had a lot to do with mental confidence, but it was also just plain physical strength that I gained. Of course, both are invaluable.

This week has been one of the best weeks I can remember. Meeting new people, getting away from everything, improving on the bike, and finding out more of what I'm capable both mentally and physically - it was the best Spring Break I could possibly imagine.

You know, it's a weird thing, but I always feel like if I can do something, then it can't be that difficult; it can't be extra-ordinary. I know I'm just a normal person living a normal life...so if I can climb the mountain, surely everyone can.

But here's the thing to try to remember: even if that statement is true, even if anyone and everyone can climb the mountain, it doesn't mean they are, in fact, doing it.

And I am.

I'm out there; I'm not going to be a biking superstar or a world famous flutist, but I know what I love and I do those things and I don't give up. It might be stubborn-ness; it might be endurance or perseverance. Whatever you call it though, I'm glad I've got it.

[The picture is of last night's sunset over the mountains in Tombstone; it wasn't blurry on purpose, but I think it actually works well.]