Wackyfish

Back in the day when I moved to Arizona, I lived in the dorms at ERAU. The dorms were located at the top of campus. The first semester I had a job in the maintenance department, which was located at the bottom of campus (I was basically an underpaid bookkeeper). I had to be at work at 8am (before my classes) and I barrowed my roommate’s bike to get to work and back every day. It was about one mile from my bed to my desk at the Maintenance office. The morning trip down the hill was no problem. I would speed down the hill and arrive with a red chilly nose to a cup of coffee with the maintenance guys. The trip home however was miserable. One mile, up hill the whole way. And not just a hill a steep hill. The first week I had to walk my bike part of the way. The next month I could make it the whole way up the hill but I was miserable. By the end of the first semester I was zipping back up the hill with no problem and I came home for Christmas break about 25 pounds lighter.
I am getting my bike today. I live in Vaivase-Uta and I work in Tamalini. The distance is somewhere between 3 and 5 miles. Vaivase-Uta is high up on a hill and Tamalini is down on beach road. I don’t expect the bike ride to work to be difficult as it will be all downhill. (Well ok, I am a little scared about the dogs but that is a subject for another post.) However the ride home is terrifying me. It’s all uphill and there are some pretty nasty hills. I’m no longer 18 (I am ten years older in fact). My body’s been through a good amount of abuse in the mean time. I sometimes feel like a 58-year-old woman.
So I am a little intimidated but I’m going to give it a shot tonight.