The first ten miles I didn’t think about much other than where I was going and how fast I could get there. I loved the feeling of the grit hitting my legs. The sweat pouring down my arms and down my back.
I was trying to keep up with the sun.
After I finished the first 10 miles and pedaled on for a few more I realized where I was on the trail. I sat up straighter on the bike. I looked at my odometer. Just 10 miles left.
Why am I speeding and powering through it?
Why. Why! Why am I trying so hard to finish this ride?
I slowed down. I stopped on occasion. I rode sitting up. And I rode in to the wind. And I rode it out as long as I could make it go.
Such is my bike ride.