When last I posted, I was descending a hill, laughing out loud at the beginning of a wild adventure - one which had only just begun.

Cut to black, roll credits.

Of course, real life adventures are not like their movie versions.

The decent flattened out and became a climb. What goes down, must, in all likelihood go back up, and the hills in New Zealand almost guarantee this near certainty.

I pedaled through my upper gears, milking my kinetic energy for all it was worth. Click. I shifted down a gear as I bled more speed and the cadence of my pedal strokes started to fall. Click. Another shift, down again. Click. Another.

What was descending before began to steepen into a pretty serious climb. 2 clicks up shifted my gears so that I could stand and put my full weight on the pedals. I cranked for a bit, but the hill just kept going. Click, this time down. Defeat. It was a big hill. I sat back down to grind it out.

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