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This morning we woke up early to meet some friends for a short bike ride and to brew some coffee on the top of a hill.
In March, which has been unseasonably warm, mornings in Tucson start out deceptively cool, but once the sun gains momentum, they day heats up very quickly and holds on through nightfall. It was during the fresh heat of the late morning that we began our climb up what we’ve jokingly referred to as “A" Mountain because of the following picture:
Known as Sentinel Peak, the hill may seem a modest climb to some, but it was more slow and arduous than I had attempted in quite some time. And my body was not yet used to the heat and dryness of Arizona from so many years in the cool and dampness of Washington. I was lucky to have practiced hot yoga in the past so I knew exactly how to cope with the discomfort of hotness.
Our goal was a small Ramada at the top. As each turn unfolded, we inched just a tiny increment towards the distant beacon of shade, and somewhere mid-way, I pushed out a brief sigh while continuing to move my legs in zen like circles. With each breath my mouth dried further, and early exhaustion failed to allow me to reach down and pick up my water bottle. I rather much enjoyed the feeling of the desert slowly working it’s way inside of me, acclimating me to the new climate. And as usual I was the last rider to reach the top, and when I did, my heart and lungs opened up clearing out the tightness and tension and muck I must have been holding on to; I was rewarded with a 360 degree view of Tucson. A little effort in just the right direction was all that was necessary.
After cooling off and making some coffee with our fancy hipster brewing devices, we pointed our bikes down the hill.
While descending, I am usually quite focused on scanning for potholes, holding my bike steady, and enjoying the thrill of moving downhill with no apparent effort. And at some point in every descent, I will invariably think about my friend who crashed going downhill a few years ago and became paralyzed for life. I often wonder what caused her to crash. But today, and probably since I was in a drastically different environment, I spent some time really thinking about the effort it took to get up the hill and I knew it was extremely important not to disregard that effort. So as the bumpy road sped below me and the hot air dried the sweat that cooled me to the top of the hill, I gave thanks to the effort it took to get there, the effort that gave me such enjoyment in letting it go.