That hill. We all have one. You might ride it every week, or maybe just once a season. It is the place that lets you know where you are at. Ahead or behind where you need to be, or should be. Some days you ride it like you have no chain, with the wind in your back and fresh legs. Fluid. On other days it is like riding through glue, your legs refusing to turn and feeling heavy. The burn. But that hill is your test ground, you go back because you know it will make you suffer, the only debate is how much. There is no fooling anyone but yourself on this hill. It will always give you an honest and blunt opinion. It won’t cushion the feedback, it will just tell it like it is. Yes, you are better than last time, last season, you are making progress, keep doing what you are doing. Or, come back in a few weeks and try again son and maybe then we will see. Drop a few more pounds that might help. We all have that hill where we go by ourselves some days. Today when I got to the top of my hill I found this mitt (My hill is Mt Washington CT, up from Egremont to Bash Bish Falls – down to Copake Falls and back up to Bash Bish). Looks like someone dropped the gauntlet or tossed it aside in disgust at themselves, but it seemed like a fitting marker for the top. Today was a good day on the hill. The legs felt good and the drizzle kept me cool.