I’ve never pedaled so hard in my life. There is one image burned into my brain of the two of us pedaling our hearts out up a rather steep road. As we pulled up to this island on the ferry, we noticed a lookout atop a hill. Didn’t seem so high from where we were seated. As we landed, we grabbed our bicycles and headed for the base of the hill. We were both in great physical condition, so there wasn’t much that would turn us away. Upon reaching the base of the hill, the realization for what we had just embarked on hit us like a ton of bricks. Out of breath, heart beating out of chest, weak legs, soaking in sweat, gasping for air, blurry vision, chain slipping from the amount of torque being applied, gripping the handle bars with enough force to leave an imprint in the rubber, 100% humidity, high noon in the tropics, and an absolute determination to not quit due to none other than an over-inflated ego. We were made for this. There is little that is more fullfilling than proving to yourself that you have what it takes.