She’ll see you at the top.
Sally spends minutes and hours, sometimes days and weeks, struggling up hill. If she stops, she’ll roll backwards and fall off, like a cyclist.
Sometimes she accepts help, rarely she asks for it. Mostly her vision is narrowed to the next bump.
Looking up sporadically, she sees others pedalling hard. A few friends smile, but most people are focused on their own ride.
Telling herself the view from the top will be worth it, and the free wheel down the other side will be glorious, she repeats her mantra, “Every mountain has a summit.”