Two wheels and not much horsepower

I rode my bike today for the first time since the summer before freshman year. I'm petsitting for some people in my neighborhood who live far enough away that it takes fifteen minutes to walk or three to drive.

Or ten to bike.

I made it all the way up a hill that I couldn't climb even back then, when I actually had some muscles. Didn't quite manage to get all the way to their house without getting off and walking the bike, but I almost made it. I'm petsitting all this week, so I'm sure I'll manage it at least Friday.

Words don't really express how freaking cool that felt. I made it up that stupid hill that I never could before, even after an extended period of sloth. I can do this.

I am doing this for a reason. Next September, I'm going to bike the MS 150 with some people from church. Or maybe just one guy from church, who bikes and is doing it this year with the century option--100 miles per day. But I am going to do it.

Climbing the hill today, as minor as that was, made me believe that I can.