I love to bike ride. You zoom down hill, wind blowing in your hair. Your cares drift behind, unable to keep up with your pedaling. Over a wooden bridge, the creek is rippling. Other riders pass you up. You are not very fast, but this is not a race. This is fun.
Then you get to the uphill part of the ride. Your legs quickly get tired and your breathing is labored. Come on, you can do it. Push, push you'll make it! At the top of the hill you coast, catching your breath. You felt you would never get here but you did. Satisfaction. Next time it won't be so hard.
Like writing a dissertation, right?
Photo Credit J. Salmoral http://www.flickr.com/photos/juanillooo/390083362/
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