On the Bike

My hands are cold.
My shoulder is cramped.
My cheeks are red and hot with windburn.
My lungs work fast to take in gulps of air.
My heart is beating faster than ever.
My ponytail is in a windswept tangle.
My quads are tired and begging to stop.

I have never felt better.

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