Head for the hills!… And to the hills, I went! This weekend I participated in the Head For The Hills Bike Rally in Cedar Hill, TX. The optional distances were 20, 40, and 60 miles. I did the 60.
The Start: There were many riders squeezed into different lanes per the route options. We started in front of a shopping center mall. The mayor of the city spoke, and an invocation to prayer was given. I was like, Is God in Cedar Hill, TX? The national anthem was sung by a high schooler, the horn sounded, and we were off!
The Route: It was smooth, rough, and tough. Tough because it was between 70 to 93 degrees Fahrenheit, most of the time it felt like we were riding on Mars. Then there were the hills. They made their point when they named this ride. There was a lot of inclines, the kind that you just want to ride over as fast as you can. The wind was a relentless companion, most often against you and all you stood for. I learned early on that this ride was out to test my patience and teach me patience liked it or not. I decided to take on the mindset of grit, and I told myself, “This route is what it is, pace yourself, and grind it out no matter what comes your way.”
There were sections on the countriest roads if countriest is even a word, where I felt like I was riding a jack-hammer. I mean everything was vibrating. No kidding. My vision was blurred because my helmet and head were shaking so much. I thought to myself, “Everyone here is going through the same thing, but I have something they don’t have, the will to get through this section faster.” People were just slowing down. I knew the slower I went the longer I would have to endure the torture. I went and went until road changed into a sea of glass, nice and smooth, at least that is what felt like to me after the torture session.