I’m turning into the corners deeper and feeling the pavement glide beneath me with every rotation and turn of the wheel. The sinking repetition of the cog and chain; the sound of movement between me and metal is ringing in my head at a pace too quick to skip. It’s the wind on my skin and speed produced that keeps me hypnotized into a trance of endurance. After the first hour of waking up cold muscles and uncoiling constricted lungs, you begin to numb yourself from the initial pain and begin to recognize the paternal movement of your leg muscles rippling with every stroke  and thickening by blood, your lungs take in air like they drink it, while the slight burn in your throat ebbs to that of a menthol like state of comatose.

My head is buzzing to the trance of my progression and blood cycles me in thick pulses; I can feel the veins in my neck throb and sweat fall. I don’t know where I’m going or when I will stop, but for now my purpose is to continue and push myself past point of fatigue until I reach the point of broken. When it no matters if my body aches stop, because my mind says go. With the wind against me, rain slicking my tires, sun blazing my back, or snow daring to freeze me, my mind says go. 

At points of pure bliss nothing else can reach me and I feel I have outrun my stress and worries, like the speed of real time had been surpassed and no longer remained relevant to me. I can slow down my thoughts and think clearly as if the trap of my mind has let me sift through and reorganize them accordingly once again. A sense or purpose and personal strength rages from your chest and lets you know you are awake to the world. There is only you and your bike on an endless road. 

I come to a stop at the top of the hill and overlook my progress of work I have done. I walk in circles still feeling the repetition and movement in me, like I am still on the bike. The heat catches up to me and I watch the sky setting deep reds into the trees and quarter to dusk. It smells fresh and enticing. And again, for a few moments, all is right with the world.