A road ride on a cold day. Wind in my face. Gasping for air.
Descending as the sun begins to set, there is nothing but speed, forest, and a faint golden glow on my face. This golden glow loves me, and it loves all the other riders on the road.
A feeling comes over me and it's the feeling of knowing infinity. At this moment, I could fade into the forest or ride off into the sun. My physical sense of self and bike grows weak. We are too light to be real; we dissipate.
A feeling comes over me and it's the feeling of knowing infinity. At this moment, I could fade into the forest or ride off into the sun. My physical sense of self and bike grows weak. We are too light to be real; we dissipate.
I am high on endorphins. I know this. This is not a special moment. This is not meaningful. I must get ahold of myself.
But my chest is full. And the tears come.
It doesn't feel like crying. More like an emotional mix up. I laugh at myself as the chill hits my wet face. I need to cut this out. It's not that serious. It's not that beautiful. I am not pedaling that hard.
Could it be fear, rather than the pain of physical effort that I am converting into these intense waves of emotion? Am I too proud to experience fear, so I sublimate it into ...what exactly?
No no no. Thinking won't help here. Just go with it. Let it happen. People will understand. Or they will think the tears are from the wind.
This is what roadcycling does to me. No, I don't get it either.
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