Her bike glittered cobalt blue in the late morning sunlight.
Her muscled arms glittered with perspiration.
"Calves of steel," I commented to Mr. Jenny. "How can anyone ride straight up an incline like that?"
We drove to the top of the mountain.
We had planned a low-grade elevation climb hike. No steep incline stuff for us.
We're working on strengthening Mr. Jenny's lungs and building my strength up again.
We felt virtuous.
Hiking in the wilderness.
That had to be just as good as biking up an intense incline.
We got booted and fanny-packed up.
And just as we were ready to head toward the trail we heard a shout.
"I did it! I did it!"
Turning toward the racket, we saw the same woman we had passed going up the hill.
Her jubilant grin dimmed the high desert sun!
She rode her bike toward the truck. "I did it! Did you see me? I did it!"
"I totally saw you on the way up," I said. "Wow. You are in some seriously good shape!"
She replied, "I'm getting there. After three kids I had pretty much given up on biking in these mountains, but I decided it was time and I started training."
"I'm really impressed! Good for you!"
"And good for you for going hiking." She gestured toward my boots and walking stick.
I started to minimize hiking.
I started to compare a low-grade elevation hike to strenuous biking up a mountain.
And then I stopped.
And simply smiled at her.
Effort is effort...no matter how dramatic.
So I simply smiled wider and asked, "Do you have enough water? I have extra in the cooler if you need it."
"That would be great!" She opened her water pack and I poured an ice cold bottle of water in.
We grinned at each other.
"Happing Hiking!" she shouted over her shoulder as she rode back down the hill.
And it was.