Sunday, May 22, 2016

Cycling my guts out

Yes , just started the wheels work once again . within few months  of returning to pedals I gotta do some serious hills ( not in a record time ) . But what is the beauty about it is doing it solo  ,such a live conversation with  me , crisis , zant or any other sick name I refer my self with .

The great natural  scene and the jungle process to the summit is my reward . Although the feeling like a bating dog has lost his breath from chasing his owner's car to work . Sad , happy , doesn't matter . What matter dont be sad about your self , but always happy , satisfying and other shit you think its right .

I was chased by a dog , cheered by some enthusiastic drivers along the way  and also smoked by  heartless motorbikes .  But all good Im finally here in the summit counting my heart beats , that ve beaten this jungle musical i was living audience along the provided route .

After I fell multiple of times , and get up stronger with more ambition and larger circle of skills . When the pain make a mark for a tougher stamina  and wilder animal .

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