Exhausted, this man decided that he’d done enough pedaling for the moment. Cycling up the first part of Calle Doctor Velasco, a steep winding street in Segovia, had left him gasping for breath. He pulled over and began to go up the street on foot, pushing the bicycle with a distinct lack of energy. That’s when I said to myself that I had to get a photo of this figure hunched over his bike with so little strength left. It just struck me as being the essence of defeat. After I’d taken the photo I overtook him easily, and after a few more steps, looked back only to see him smiling in spite of the effort. That’s when it hit me that maybe not everything is about reaching a goal, and the most important thing is to be satisfied you did your best. How wrong I’d been. It wasn’t a photo of failure, it as one of victory.