The first is that I have absolutely no control over the road. When I hope for downhill, when I dread uphill, and when I anxiously will against nature that a curve will appear in a long straight stretch, I stop paying attention to the beauty around me, I slow down, and I struggle more. All I can do is take whatever road is there, pedal through it, and keep my head up. The second thing I’ve learned is that the most powerful things I can do is breathe. When I’m focusing on breathing deeply and consistently, I’m not thinking about my sore legs, my sun burn, my bug bites, my wet socks, or my desire to be anywhere else. I’m right there, pedaling hard and seeing what’s around me.