Fluke... I haven't heard anybody use that word for a while now. Do you all remember what it means? If not, see if you can figure it out. :)
I fully expected to have to start over today in terms of biking progress since I cheated and rode the bus yesterday. (Technically, the cheating wasn't my fault. I knew I was going to be at school until 8:30 and didn't feel comfortable riding all the way back to Orem at sunset. But I still cheated.) I took a few extra minutes this morning to pump up my tires (they were getting flabby) and then I was off!
It's amazing how much difference a little air can make. I made it all the way to campus almost in record time. (My best time so far is still what I accomplished on the first day.) When it came time to go home, I triumphed once again up the Provo College hill and even made it all the way up the final slope right before the turnoff to my street. (Ready for it?) Now I know Wednesday's accomplishment was no fluke. I can do it! As always, the descent to my grandparents' house (built at about the middle of the hill) gave me a thrill. Who's awesome? I'm awesome! Just for that one moment, I can fly.
Good thing I make it a point not to ride with my grandpa, or the trip back and forth every day wouldn't be such a confidence booster. At least not for me. He'd be a mile ahead of me the whole time, probably wondering what was taking so long. :) I love him.
And no, I don't mean Tuesday. I made it all the way up the Provo College hill on Wednesday too, AND all the way up the final hill. I just didn't blog about that last accomplishment because I didn't want to curse myself.
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