The End Of The Ride

Sometimes when I’m on a bike ride I find myself slowing down towards the end.  Because when I’m done…I won’t be bike riding.  I’ll be – not – bike riding.  So I find myself trying to prolong it.  I sit up and my bike suddenly becomes a tool to find leisure and be passive.  For a moment.

Then, because I’m trying to prolong my bike ride and slowing down, someone passes me.

And I cannot……

Let.That.Happen.

So I speed up.

Because I don’t want to feel like I slowed down.

Sure.

There are many, many parallels we can associate with this.

But for today, right now, I want to believe as long as possible that I am able.   I discover(ed) so much while building my bike riding skills.   My muscles, my heart, my lungs….my desire to power myself down the road.

I want to know the ride

Is still mightily possible

And within my power.

And doesn’t have to end.

And no one can beat me.

You may pass me

But I’m not done yet.