I’d like to have it tied to the trunk as something I happen to gaze at in my rear view mirror while I extend the middle finger as desired.
Fear and getting over it.
Well, sort of.
The climb to the intersection of trails is a hard one. I’ve done it a few times. I feel the burn in my thighs within moments of starting it and … Continue reading Ride 6 – August 2016
Coughing up lungs, slaying dragons, riding the jellies and crashing into trees
The price of cupcakes & rainbows when selling the illusion of recovery.
Little demons scurrying in the brush, scrambling up nearby trees to hiss & gnash at me from the branches and between frozen blades of grass. My mind gives up, my feet fall off the pedals. I listen as my 5tens scratch the dirt. I hear the voices cackling from all around me as they feel me struggle as the mental game begins.