Yesterday was hot and humid, not a great day for pulling Timothy around in the bike trailer, but I decided to go for it. Make hay while the sun shines, right? I towed both the kids to the park, then dropped Liam off for camp, and continued around the lake.
On the way back, I was inspired to finally conquer The Hill. There's a steep hill on James Avenue which I have been avoiding ever since I moved to this neighborhood. I have never ridden up The Hill, even without the trailer. It wasn't really out of laziness, more like fear: fear of losing steam and having to walk my bike the final distance, or fear of the neighbors seeing me red-faced and panting, inching along as I spin the pedals in the lowest gear.
Half way up, a woman in a car came slowly down the hill and stopped me for directions. For the love of God, you do not stop someone in the middle of pulling a giant toddler up The Hill, I don't care how lost you are!
Well, maybe it helped to catch my breath, because I somehow was able to ride the rest of the way to the top.
Now I can't stop bragging about it.
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