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.