Brutal day of riding today. 2 hours of brutal climbs for the majority of the ride. 3+ miles up a mountain, short and steep as hell. Lungs busting out of my chest with my heart following behind. Legs shaking, wrenching my bike up those fucking hills with every ounce of drive and strength I have in me.
That fucking "I quit" monster talking to me the whole way, but I didn't give in, I just kept pedaling.
Coming down the mountain, blazing on loose gravel fire roads. Balls in my stomach out of fear from going so fast. Adrenaline pumping hard.
Total freedom for 2 hours. Pure joy with suffering. Crimethinc bands were the soundtrack for the day of suffering: Ire, Blacken the Skies and The Spectacle were my music for riding today.
I just fucking love riding so damn much. The feeling during and after is so damn good. Not as good as good sex, but close.
Listening to Jeff Buckley right now and relaxing, getting ready to hit the pillow as I am fucking beat. I have a huge paper due Monday that I haven't started, I want to ride tomorrow, haven't touched my German, need sleep, need to lift, plus work. Fucking hell.
-FTW
That fucking "I quit" monster talking to me the whole way, but I didn't give in, I just kept pedaling.
Coming down the mountain, blazing on loose gravel fire roads. Balls in my stomach out of fear from going so fast. Adrenaline pumping hard.
Total freedom for 2 hours. Pure joy with suffering. Crimethinc bands were the soundtrack for the day of suffering: Ire, Blacken the Skies and The Spectacle were my music for riding today.
I just fucking love riding so damn much. The feeling during and after is so damn good. Not as good as good sex, but close.
Listening to Jeff Buckley right now and relaxing, getting ready to hit the pillow as I am fucking beat. I have a huge paper due Monday that I haven't started, I want to ride tomorrow, haven't touched my German, need sleep, need to lift, plus work. Fucking hell.
-FTW
chai:
happy brithdayy
fiesty:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 