The battle


The road.

Dark.

Foreboding.

A climb to the climb.

Clouds bubble a witches cauldron.

Raptors circle. Hungry for the weak.

Legs scream, paying acid dues.

Demons mutter.

But is this not the reward? Is this not the why?

Striving week after week after week.

Hours in the saddle lend permission to pain.

Ultimately mountains always win the war but we can win the occasional battle.

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    • I love those lower slopes. Body and mind getting warmed up for what is about to follow. There’s one climb near me that involves grinding, followed by a sprint to get as much speed as possible before it all gets super steep (or at least super steep in relation to my 42 x 17 gearing). It’s always worth the effort. 🙂

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