Young Writers Society

Cycling is my Quidditch.

It is the liberty to fly in

a world nailed to the ground.

It is speed,

it is passion,

it is freedom.

It is a mental workout;

The fight to turn "I can't"

into "I will"

and eventually to "I can".

It is the ability to remind yourself that

although every hill goes up,

pushing you to your limit,

making you want to quit,

 there will always be a downhill after.

The rush of the wind on your face,

the speed of the pedals beneath your feet,

the feeling of you and the bike as one,

always and forever.

I know my life gets tough.

There are many hills in my path.

I may stumble,

struggle,

reach for just one more pedal stroke,

one more push to get me to the top.

I may wonder why I started,

what I hoped to get from this

leg-wrenching climb.

But when I reach the top

and my pedal strokes falter

as I crest the peak of the hill,

the burst of excitement in my chest

is matches by the need of my bike

to go faster

Faster

FASTER!!!

Until I'm finally reminded that this is why I started.

This is why I worked myself to the bone,

pushed with every muscle I had,

and nearly quit 50 times.

This is why.

So I could feel the wind fly by me,

my bike respinding to my every touch.

My dearest friend,

my splendid joy,

my greatest freedom.