I Want To Ride My Bicycle – Never Quite So Humble

So yesterday was the first “round trip” commute – riding both ways – of the season.  Which means the first climb up Cathedral Hill of the season.

Make no mistake about it; by June, I’ll be zipping up Grand Hill like it’s hardly there (although Ramsey Hill is kinda the great white whale for me; maybe this year, maybe not.  Even when I was in my twenties, I didn’t ride up Ramsey Hill).

But the day-by-day hill that I face in my workadaddy, hugamommy routine is Cathedral Hill – the big hill from which the, doy, Cathedral of Saint Paul looks over downtown.

The BikeRadar map says it’s about a 100 foot climb from my office to the corner of Summit and Selby.  And in about three weeks, that’s all it’ll be.

But that first climb-out of the year is always a bear, even if you take the long way up the hill – up Wabasha to the 94/Capitol frontage road, and then up John ireland Boulevard.
But a smaller bear every year.  Two years ago, when I started bike-commuting, I ran out of wind aroud Marshall and had to walk it the rest of the way on my first attempt.  Last year, I made it to the top (in first gear, nice and slow and easy).

I did about the same yesterday, but feeling much better about the whole thing.

And by golly, it’s time to get on the road again!

Shucks!