On Sat, at Nick's urging, I took a bike ride with him. My initial reaction was that there was no way I would make it up that hill on the bike, that I'd end up pushing the bike while simultaneously dying.
But he said he believed in me, and by golly I DID IT.
Of course, he ended up literally pushing me for the last part, and the last few feet, I actually crawled, but still.
I DID IT.
So now I'm eating french fries.
But he said he believed in me, and by golly I DID IT.
Of course, he ended up literally pushing me for the last part, and the last few feet, I actually crawled, but still.
I DID IT.
So now I'm eating french fries.
5 Comments:
Well deserved french fries!
Good job! I felt this exact way when we went on my first backpacking trip. Four miles all up hill carrying 20 pounds. My husband was very encouraging as I was "dragging ass!"
I love the feeling you get when you finish.
Thank you Colsy.
DD - Congrats.
I love the feeling I get when I finish too (hee, but lets not go there).
I also love the feeling I get when I finish.
**giggles in a very immature little schoolgirl-ish type of giggle
*giggles too*
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