Pedaling into a headwind isn't that easy, but as I made my way down NC12 towards the village of Hatteras I found myself enjoying the challenge. The sun was beating down on my back and my legs were pumping their hardest to move the bike forward in spite of the wind that didn't seem to want me to go anywhere. Knowing that the return trip would be a whole lot easier and the sound of Jimmy Buffett singing in my ear buds kept me going.
Before long I started focusing on my legs- I was impressed with their ability to lower and lift, lower and lift, lower and lift and so on. Don't get me wrong, it was hard work but suddenly I was enjoying the way exercise felt. I didn't particularly like the way the wind was blowing right at me, but I did like the way my body was dealing with the situation.
And I was right about the return trip. It was one sweet ride.
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