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| My bike took me here. |
The light was fading fast as I slowly walked my bike up a
ribbon of steep, rocky singletrack beneath the high canopy of old
hardwoods. My only companions, the
mosquitos, urged me along the trail despite the empty feeling in my legs. I looked up to see the top of the hill,
seemingly miles away,and put my head back down.
I was broken. Physically and
mentally. Although I was in the
homestretch of my second day, it had been a hard day. Hot. Humid. And what I had hoped was a flowy
five miles of singletrack to end the day became a five mile slog on slick,
steep, and rocky singletrack. I didn’t
have any choice but to push on. There
was no other way I was getting home. And
so I took another long pull from my water bottle, pushed one leg in front of
the other, and brushed the swarm of mosquitos from my shoulders and back. Only a couple more miles now. It wouldn’t be long. And that’s when I heard
the thunder.
