There are times when you feel like you're just cruisin' along in life. Things aren't bad; you're just doing your thing. Kinda like riding a bike on a flat road. And then you turn a bend and there it is. The uphill climb. Seemingly endless. No break in sight. The road just keeps going up and up and up.
That's where I'm at. I'm climbing. I am schvitzing like crazy climbing up this steep and steady hill. I'm learning a lesson in endurance. I'm attempting to pace myself because I don't know how long it's going to be before I hit that flat road again. Or even better, before I reach the downhill portion of this particular journey.
I can't coast now. I'm peddling. Slowly. It's taking all the strength I can muster in my lungs and my legs. Climb. Breathe. Don't stop peddling. Climb. Breathe. Peddle. Sweat pours down my face, into my eyes. It stings. My legs are burning. My lungs feel ready to explode. Must keep climbing. Because I know, the higher I climb, the better the view will be when I reach the top.