As I've mentioned before, we're in training for our 14-day ride in Scotland coming up later this year. I'm one of those people who isn't really excited about going out and exercising, until I'm right in the middle of it, and then I always enjoy myself. So the hard part for me is the "psych-up." "Do you want to go for a ride today?" asks my husband. "Yes," I answer, because I know we need to, even though my entire system is screaming at me that it would rather just lay in bed and doom scroll. "What time?" <sigh> Fortunately, he's very patient with me, and I try to find a good time. Usually that can be interpreted as, "when I've fully awakened and it's not too cold outside." And then we get started. About 5 minutes in, I remember how much I enjoy bike riding, especially now that I've got a good hip. About 45 minutes in, I start feeling pretty strong. On Tuesday, we planned to be out for about 90 minutes - 18 miles. So as we reached mile 15, I suggested we "do a hill." Which hill? Well, there's a hill already next to our route that I had remembered climbing once or twice (that should have been my first clue). When I looked at it, I could see about 1/8 of a mile before the road curved up and around, so my brain told me it wasn't too much further up the road. It was actually a 3/4 mile climb (I tracked with GPS on the way down) with an incline that varied between 8% and 11%. This was a challenging hill. But we did it! Yes, we have a pedal-assist motor on the bike. That helps, but when the incline gets to 9, 10, 11%, you still don't really feel that motor much, and you're working really hard. I'm grateful for the motor, especially when we're still working to get our strength back. We talked at the top about how strong we really are, despite everything we've been through over the past year. We were proud of the accomplishment, and all smiles. As we turned around to go back down, there was a side street that ends with a lookout over the city. We stopped there and took a picture.