I was all set for putting my bike away for this year.
On Saturday I cycled for the first time in over three weeks.
I think somewhere along the way I stopped believing in myself and all that I was capable of achieving.
I cycled 30 miles on Saturday. Sunday morning I went to spin and cycled another 30 miles. Today I cycled 34 miles.
I know that I am capable of being so much better at this.
It's not about reaching a destination, a point at which I can say I arrived. It's about a journey and yes the struggle.
I have struggled at times, on long rides where my legs have failed me, I would get off my bike and literally cry like a big girl through total frustration when the power in my legs was just not there yet days previous I had cycled so well.
It's only three days.
It's the beginning!