It’s just time, I tell myself every time, it’s just time.<\/p>\n
As I roll up on my bike to the foot of the hill, I think, this is it! I can climb this thing!<\/i> So I pedal and push upward. But soon in a few seconds, I feel my thighs burning as my momentum slows and the only thing keep me balanced is the moving pedals. So I put more strength into it. One cycle. Two. Three. four.<\/p>\n
Yes, I can make it.<\/p>\n
I shift down. Smaller. Smaller. Smallest. But exhaustion tears through me. Or is it laziness? I am not sure, so I push up. Because I tell myself that anything that goes up must come down. I feel my body heat up and every single time, I am annoyed. I wonder why I do this to myself. A climb up a hill that I never wanted to do. But soon, time passes and I am at the crest. I am there. And then without thinking, I zoom down, giving up all the energy that I used to get up there.<\/p>\n
And I think, that wasn’t that bad, was it?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s just time, I tell myself every time, it’s just time. As I roll up on my bike to the foot of the hill, I think, this is it! I can climb this thing! So I pedal and push upward. … Continue reading