I recently embarked on an early season desert climb outside Tempe, AZ. It was one of those days that tests your mettle, sweat finding it’s way through a helmet’s facets with ease. The sun baked and the road’s ribbons never gave way.
On this particular day the valley floor and the mountain above entertained a twenty degree temperature shift; quite the strange feeling on a blue sky desert day. As I left the hazy heat behind and the frigid mountain top breeze overtook my core, I was succinctly reminded of how small we are.
In those moments, fighting my legs and the temperature swings that came so quickly, with cars and trucks buzzing by unassumingly, the whirl of cadence echoing from the concrete below whispered that this part of my journey was one that I would have to overcome alone.