It doesn’t look like much. But this is what stands between me and getting home.
It’s a long, 5% grade hill, and I curse it every time I approach. I downshift to the granny gear and slowly spin my way to the top. By the time I get there, I am panting, my legs are on fire, and I’m wishing I took the bus.
But I never give up and walk the bike up the hill. That would mean the hill won. Instead, I struggle to the top and make the rest of my way home. And then rest until I’m ready to bike another day.