Realizing actual improvement takes its sweet time

Of course, its seven minutes until midnight here in Los Angeles, and I want to write... lol! Okay, Mr Heron, I'm doing it. He asked me to write.... he's my college English Professor. Much respect....

This is what prompted me to put these thoughts into this wonderful tool of a blog that I'm working at understandinglike everything we ever do in life. Progress is not seen in the stages of initial learning. I may look back at my whole life at one point and wonder what the heck was I thinking? But that's life....

I was remembering back on the days I first started riding my bike with a group of guys I met at a bay in Naples California for Saturday morning swims. I was the only girl who befriended these wonderful guys I call brothers.. I am generally the only girl who enjoys their company, partly because I guess I grew up with four brothers and always have been somewhat of a tomboy myself , hanging with them is like comfort food.... I get it.

We began early morning rides and I mean early. Like one of the guys in our club aptly calls it, "the god awful" time of an early ride at 5:30am. I have to laugh at that .

In the beginning we would ride on Pacific Coast Highway in the darkest of the morning. Lights that would pierce the road ahead always mesmerized me. I found that thrilling and somehow amazing. If you've never seen the sun rise in the morning with its spectacular show of colors on the horizon, and listening to the crashing waves that would always seem to beacon you glance to view the waves dancing. I never complain and act like a girl who gets pissed or not treated like a girl, but rather relished the fact the I hung with my peers (the boys). For months I lingered at the end of our riding pack and suffered on the climbs with a smile on ly face without a complaint. All good I am a driven sort of gal and hate concession.. my dreams always include keeping up, amd working my ass off...respect is earned.

This is what prompted me to write...

I had a fantastic ride this weekend. It was a ride to break up the routine paths we have been so complacent with... as we rode we were being presented. I had this great sensation as we rode up rollers that at one time would have me thinking twice to ascend. I found that I can climb easier than I ever deamed of..... I found my breathing was easier, I had a fantastic rhythm and a smile on my face. I improved significantly... Respect dedication, and ultimate improvement.