The first kilometre was awful. We walked the first hill, I dropped the f-bomb within minutes of starting and I nearly fell off several times. But like magic, once I started pedaling and sweating, my anxiety disappeared. I loved the challenge of powering a single speed up the hills and once we left the city limits and began riding on the Trans Canada Trail, I relaxed even more. When we got to the halfway point of our ride, I was sad that we had to go home. The views were gorgeous, the weather was perfect and despite our height and strength differences (Rhonda has spent the last three months cycling indoors and is much stronger than me), we were well paired on Doris. At one point we hit 41KM/H and were giggling as we flew down the hills.