I used to be obsessed with speed. Every ride was about crushing my previous time, dropping people on climbs, and seeing that Strava segment dominate the local leaderboard. I'd wake up at 5 AM, hammer out 50 miles on flat terrain, and feel like I'd conquered the world. But here's the thing nobody tells you: speed on easy ground doesn't mean anything. Real growth happens when the road points upward and your legs start screaming.
It took me blowing out my knee at 28 years old to realize I'd been riding all wrong. Suddenly, I couldn't sprint. I couldn't attack. I had to slow down, and that forced me to actually look around instead of just staring at my bike computer. That's when I discovered what climbing is really about. It's not about being the fastest. It's about being the most relentless, the most willing to suffer, and the most committed to getting to the top no matter how long it takes.
The first time I approached a major climb with zero ego was humbling. I was riding up Tioga Pass near Mammoth, and I made peace with the fact that my time wouldn't set any records. But something magical happened halfway up. Instead of fixating on my speed, I started noticing my breathing, my cadence, my body's rhythm. I realized I could control my effort without destroying myself. I could ride smart instead of just hard.
That's when climbing became my laboratory for understanding what I'm actually capable of. Every climb is different. Sometimes it's a relentless, steady grind for 20 minutes straight. Sometimes it's a series of punchy 2-minute efforts that demand explosive power. Sometimes it's mental warfare against a climb so long that you have to break it into five smaller climbs just to keep your mind from quitting. Each one teaches you something about yourself that flat riding never will.
I started seeking out climbs specifically. Not the ego-driven segment hunters, but the real ones. The climbs that locals warn you about. The ones where you see maybe five other cyclists on a given day. The ones where your phone loses service and you're just you, your bike, and three miles of steep asphalt. I've done this enough times now that I can read a climb before I even start. I can feel the gradient change by how my legs respond. I can predict the false summit. I can sense when I have enough left in the tank to push hard in the final quarter mile.
What kills me is how many riders skip climb practice. They'll do all the volume they want on the flats, but when it comes time to go vertical, they panic. They go out too hard. They bonk. They walk their bike. Then they swear climbing isn't their thing. Wrong. Climbing is a skill. It's learnable. It's something you can build and refine and master, but only if you're willing to put in the work and face the discomfort.
The other thing I've discovered is that climbing breaks down your pretenses. You can't hide on a climb. You can't sit and coast and recover like you can on the flats. The hill knows exactly what you've got. It's just you versus gravity, and gravity doesn't care about your excuses or your ego. That honesty is addictive. After a brutal climb, you know for certain what you're made of. You don't have to wonder.
Now when I ride, I measure success completely differently. Did I maintain my focus? Did I stay present? Did I push harder than I thought I could? Did I finish stronger than I started? Those are the victories that stick with me. That's what I'm chasing. Speed will come eventually, but it's secondary. The real competition is against myself on the mountain, trying to prove that my mind can push my body further than yesterday.
If you've been ignoring the climbs on your route, I'm calling you out. Next weekend, find a brutal climb near you and make it your mission. Don't worry about your time. Don't compare yourself to anyone. Just go up, suffer well, and come back down different than you went up. You'll understand what I mean once you feel it.
What climb has been intimidating you? Tell me in the comments and let's get you up it.