The following is an excerpt from my book The Divide. Find the ebook here.
I pushed my bike back to the bottom of that single track. My spirit was crushed when I looked up the hill. I had a strong desire to cry, but I couldn't. I know. I tried. I decided it was frustration that made most people cry. I was certainly frustrated at this point, but I was frustrated at knowing what I had to do. This was different from the frustration resulting from not knowing what to do.
Because I had a course of action, I couldn't cry. There was still something to be done, still some hope that the situation could be redeemed. My body wouldn't allow me to cry while there was still a chance like that. It was another example of this life's simplicity. Ride down the wrong hill, push your bike back to the top.