So the other day saw me finish my first 100 kilometers on my trusty mountain bike. It was total struggle. In fact, two days after the ride and it was still difficult having to sit. Everything was sore as sore can be.
But rise to the challenge I did.Yes there were moments of tremendous pain, of nearly giving up. But I pedaled and pedaled with all that I got.
It was also the first time I was out wearing cleats. I was clipped-in for most of the 100 kilometer trek. There was always the chance of falling over because I am, literally, attached to the bike. But fall I did not. That monkey is now off my back.
Looking back, I realized the one thing that shadowed all these: true friendship.
I was able to go clipless because a good friend gave me his pedal.
I made it clipped because another mate gave me a brand new pair of cleats to use with my new clipless pedal.
I never had problems with sweat running down my eyes because a buddy gave me a head gear that helps absorb sweat.
I was not the strongest and so I was constantly at the end. But everybody stopped to wait to check if I was alright.
I now know what else I am capable of accomplishing and will enjoy mountain biking even more because of friends who made sure I will make the most of this ride.
Finally, I made it through my first 100 because I have friends who rode with me to the finish.
And surely, I will achieve bigger things this year, both in and out of my chosen sport, because I am in the company of those who think I mattered.
