Hannah at the top of Makara Hill
We had a headwind climbing out again but nothing like the gales I rode through last time with the Gearshifters. I spent the entire ride smiling and wondering at the scenary. My only issue was a lack of food which caused me to blow up ever so slightly as we cycled towards Johnsonville. I was too happy to really let it get to me though.
I love Wellington and I love cycling in Wellington. Evenings like this make the scary rides through high winds totally worth it. The payoff on a good day is immense.
I guess that right now I'm still more of a cyclist than a runner. Let's hope for an equally beautiful evening on Wednesday so that I can even the score.