This weekend was a goal crushing weekend. A whole bunch of little things that have been on my to-do list for ages, got done. A hike with a few of my bestest’s, Syl & Mich, some organizing around my place, paperwork stuff, donating things to the Sally Anne – pretty random. And the funny thing? They were actually pretty easy to accomplish. All I had to do was decide that I was going to get’er done, ask for a little bit of help, and then just make it happen. I had my head down, and I hammered on. I took the weekend off from adventuring to create a fresh start for September. There’s something about this month that just feels fresh. Routine. Crisp. Healthy. A fresh start. Side note: this is the first September in my LIFE that I’m not heading back to school. I had to do a little celebratory dance with this realization. Times have changed, and times are good.
I’ve had this big hairy goal of climbing myself up Cypress Mountain on Lemonde (pronounced Lemon-dee :)), my road bike for a long, long time. For some reason, this goal seemed so impossible. Well to be honest, I knew that I could do it, but I also knew that I was going to have a really hard time doing it. I thought I’d have to walk up a whole bunch of it. That I was going to have to grit my teeth and probably struggle through the whole thing. It didn’t ever really sound like a fun thing for me to do, but I knew I wanted to do it. And I knew I could. I’ve talked about doing it for years. Enough was enough. You can only procrastinate so much, right?
I message my adventure buddie, and one of my bestest, miss Stepher herself, and ask if she’d be up for a hammer up Cypress Mountain Monday morning. Within a few seconds, I get a message back: ‘DONE‘!. Gulp. I guess I have to do this now! That’s why I love this chica!! I’d already made myself accountable for adding it to my 40 day challenge, as well as my Summer Bucket List. Since Summer is slowly coming to a halt, I guess I had to get’er done. And now, I was accountable to Steph for getting myself there Monday morning. I was actually kind of scared. No. Really scared. I wanted to bail out. But I didn’t.
So I show up this morning at Steph’s house, expecting that we’re going to drive to the bottom of the mountain, tunes and coffees included, before we start hammering up this massive hill. When she came out all ready to go, I laughed because I just figured she was a keener coming in my truck, cleats and helmet on. Well, the joke was on me because this goal-achieving chica was well and ready to start right from here. 30 minutes away from my fear. Okay FINE! So I dusted off Lemonde, popped on my helmet (sticker still on from Granfondo months ago – haha) and we hopped on our bikes and headed out. And I’m so glad we did. Of course. :)
The ride was epic. As we were heading on up, I couldn’t believe that I was actually doing it. I don’t think it was the fact that it was me riding up a mountain on a bike, but rather that a friend would be so willing to help me achieve what to me felt like the impossible – and that I was actually gettin’er done. I was doing it. Accomplishment – after years of procrastination. That was the amazing feeling. Yes, it did feel euphoric getting to the top, but the ride up full of encouragement was worth more than anything. To be able to have a friend be so happy to help me achieve my dreams – priceless. No matter how big or how small, it’s just a question away. “Will you please help me achieve this big hairy goal of mine?!” That’s it. And then you just have to put your head down and hammer-on. No big deal, right?!
This is going to be my life for the next little while. I’m putting my head down, and working my butt off. I’ll make sure to find time for an adventure here and there, but for the most part – it’s going to be hard work. Working hard to play harder. Man, life is good. And Quinn, you are so cute!!! :)
Smile with your heart!