every work day morning at 830am and afternoon at 6pm, i tell myself, 'you can take it easy. there is simply no need to rush. no need to exert yourself unnecessarily.'


i am usually a little bit tired and not looking forward to the chaos of the commute. 
it is just not fun anymore.


but then i get out there and some fuck with shaved legs and lycra insists on overtaking me and i just can't have that.


and it becomes a flat-out race.


blinded by sweat
with a wild beast trying to escape my rib cage


you will never beat me because i can go on like this forever.


and then i hop off the ride,
catch my breath
and start to feel bad about things.