I found myself climbing quite easily…
At my own pace, in silence, focused and happy.
The right space and time to soak up the smells…
…feel my legs churning, and hear our wheels spinning.
The drag was tough. It went on, and on.
I kept thinking…surely it must flatten out a bit after the next bend…
…and I kept pedaling, legs aching, and it never happened…
…it never flattened out.
I didn’t know the other riders well. The only thing I knew is that we shared a love for bikes.
We started the ride as strangers and we ended it sharing stories.
By the time the sun was falling it was warm again…
…and it’s almost as if you cannot remember what a few hours ago felt like…
…I felt so lucky to be alive.