I went for an early ride with my hubby today.  I like our rides because I get to see a lot more of the trails.  He rides forever on his own, but today he took me for an hour around our bike-friendly city.
     I was hanging with him for the first half hour really well.  But, then I hit a wall, the proverbial wall we all hit when working our bodies past the comfort zone.  Most people work right through it, but when I pushed through it felt like a twenty-foot deep concrete wall...a wall like no other.  I had to walk my bike up one hill.  Then, as we were riding parallel to a major road, I looked over and saw a woman passing me while running with her dog.  Yeah, that was sad.
     So, I pushed.  I pushed my right leg down with my hand, which was asleep, and I pushed through the wall.  I came home with the feeling of accomplishment which was all worth it.