I had taken a hiatus from biking due to some issues with sleep disabilities, depression, etc. Life is really getting turned upside down. Trying this drug(Rx of course), that drug, huge stress on my family, and school work snowballing.
So one day I was struggling to keep going with life in general and decided I was going to ride over to the local trails right after school. It was 4:30PM, 38 degrees out, and pouring rain. As my peers watched me happily pedal over to the trails, I could only imagine what they were thinking!
I arrived at the little drop into the trails, and was filled with a very cool feeling. It occured to me that I owned the trails. I was in complete control. If I didn't want to ride, I could just sit there, and nobody would hound me!
But who wants to sit there?
I hammered out the most rediculous 8 miles I have ever ridden. I sprinted the entirety of it. When I would fall I would take the opurtunity to do some pushups and mountain climbers. A nice little family came by with thier kids under some umbrellas. I dismounted so as not to scare them, smiled at them, and they waved back. Here would be a great time to mention that my Avid Mech is a beautiful thing.
It started snowing, but I still had some light to work with. Pushed out another two miles or so, and headed back to my highschool to get picked up when it was dark. Oh the reactions I got from my friends to see a mud-covered soaked me limping up to the school wall and slouching over weakly drinking from my water bottle! I love being labeled "crazy". I like to think of it as "dedicated"!
Anyway just my little nonsensical and overall pointless anecdote about how biking is a wonderful thing. I now see how we should all really be very happy that we're blessed with the resources and means to, as well as the knowledge of this sport.
I have to head out now, parents are screaming at me for something or the other
--James. Age 16. Occupation: Bike.