It’s a really nice day for a ride. The weather is breezy, warm, and dry. I’m going along with the flow, I could care less where we go. We’ve made the turn towards the hill, I’m looking forward to testing my skills. I’m quite surprised by how I feel, I no longer cower in fear. Is this what it’s like to feel strong? I feel like nothing could go wrong. I don’t remember it ever being like this, every part of the ride spent in bliss. We are slowly approaching the base, this time I will not speed up to it in haste. If I get dropped it will be alright, I won’t give up without a fight. We’re on our way up and I’m still right there, I’m quickly breathing in the warm and dry air. Here it is, I see the top, and somehow I managed not to get dropped. I’m simply ecstatic that I hung in, I feel inside like I had a win. Improving my climbing skills will give me some grit, I look forward to each new summit.