King Peasant of the Hill

This morning I rode my bike up the very steep hill for the second time. I figured a Saturday morning when the hill is untrafficked and I'm underdressed for the cold weather would be a prime opportunity. I dropped to first gear and rode up the sidewalk so as not to get in the way of cars driving up, and kept going even when I wanted to get off the bike and walk. It wasn't too horribly bad.

It's been half an hour now and I can almost breathe again and the nauseous feeling is beginning to fade.