I was doing relatively well. I mean, this hill was no joke—extremely steep, rutted out, and laced with wet cow poo. I made it though… and I only had to walk my bike twice. Definitely not in shape, that’s a fact, but maybe this insane patch of rolling steeps will put me somewhere near my goal before I attempt Yosemite again. Let’s hope, because if I’m in this type of shape in August, I feel the same thing will happen again, and one near-death experience is enough for me. "my w