Gut Check

My legs were on fire, but the rest of my body was drenched with sweat as I approached the top of Arthur Street. It was my second time climbing the hill when I had my first "gut check," and I asked myself, "Why am I really doing this?"

I didn't have an answer, but I pondered the question as I crested the summit and coasted back down.

Of course, there is an answer, but I don't have it yet. I don't have it because it involves the rest of my life, and I haven't lived it, yet -- I can only exist in the present. But someday, in the future, I'll be able to look back and say, 'This is the answer. This is why I did it."

I rode to the end of the block, turned around, and climbed up Arthur Street again.