Sunday, September 25, 2005
I retook The Test of The Palouse this afternoon and this time, I passed. I first reported here about this grueling exercise and my psychological failure on July 31. This time, from the moment I set out I told myself I was going to ride all the way and not give in to the pain. Good thing, too, because I needed the resolve. It was easy for me to see why I couldn't get it the first time. It in not only the steepest part of the 10 mile all-hill course, but the ramp up to it is very tricky, making a cross across two curvey parts of the Palouse Highway. (Can the cars see me as I am about to cross here? Am I going to be roadkill in the next 7 seconds?) But the daunted Waneta Hill is an unknown no more. I did it. It was nip and tuck all the way but I made it to the mailbox at the top of the hill and didn't start to spit up blood until a few hundred yards later. r.r.r. Upward and onward. What's next.
The 'Kan EWA