Yesterday afternoon after a morning long run cut short, an early afternoon of errands, and a desperate late lunch, Chris and I went out for a bike ride.
We had debated on going for a while, but eventually just decided to go. I got my cycling clothes on, filled up our bottles, loaded my shirt up with some fuel, put on my shoes, helmet and glasses and hit the road. Chris said we were going to ride Diablo, you know that little fear that I mentioned last week, and I figured it was as good of time as any to get over it.
We rode from our house 15 miles south to the road that he always takes to ride up to the mountain. Chris rides Diablo at least once a week and has been telling me for so long that I would be just fine going up. Today I was finally trusting him and followed him along.
We kept our speed easy the whole way there, just warming up the legs and chatting. We rode through a neighborhood with some amazing mansions and Chris got a flat so we stopped to fix it while I gawked at the houses. Finally we were on the road up and we started the ~6 mile climb to the junction.
Chris was great, he stayed with me the whole time, and coached me on how to tackle each section. When the road got steep on curves, we would stand up and ride hard and then sit back down to finish the climb. The whole time he kept saying “this isn’t so bad right?” and it wasn’t, I was actually having a lot of fun!
The views were amazing and I made sure to take them in and enjoy the ride up. We had fun flying through a couple of rolling parts and then continued the climb up. Pretty soon he told me we would be at the junction in 3 left turns so we counted them down and before I knew it we were there.
Although we didn’t go all the way to the top at the summit, I made it to the stop that Chris always rides to and is a very common place to ride.
And it was only my 4th time on my bike this year.
And it was in the middle of my longest ride in over a year.
And I wasn’t that tired.
I was sad the view from where we stopped wasn’t that great for a picture, so we stopped on the way down to get a better picture of the view.
The sun was setting fast so we couldn’t waste much time. But we also had to stop to get a picture of one of the many tarantulas we saw while on the mountain. It’s very common for them to be crawling around this time of year.
Going down the mountain was definitely scarier than going up, but Chris coached me through that as well and I made it down easily. We finally made it home, 37 miles later and I was a very happy girl. I hadn’t whined at all, I actually had fun, and had quite a bit of energy to spare!
I am already excited about the next time I get to go up Diablo and when I get to go all the way to the top! I had been intimidated by this ride for over a year now for no reason, just think of all the rides I missed out because of it.
Just goes to show you, sometimes we just have to not be scared and face our fears because a lot of times it will lead to something awesome.
One fear down, two to go.