
MOTIVATION
“My ankle hurts”… “I work too hard”… “Why are these hills so steep”… “My legs are full of lactic acid”… “Im cold”…
The above are the thoughts that ran through my mind on a cold wet dark evening, as I was riding my bike. For whatever reason the usual endodorphins werent working.
And then just ahead of me I could see the lights of a bunch of cyclists. I had eventually caught up with them as we were climbing a steep hill. There was a particular rider at the back of this group that was struggling to keep up on the hill.
As I got closer to the group, I had then noticed that the rider at the back of the group, had a prostheitc lower leg. I backed off and watched with amazement as the cyclist refused to let the hill beat him, as his determination and will power allowed him to keep up with the other cyclists. He wasnt going to let his disability beat him…
And then my legs no longer hurt…
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