Bike Ride.

Eight people in front of me, one person behind me, all on bikes.
We were going uphill.
My legs hurt like hell, my throat was dry, the veins were popping out of my fists, clenched hard around the handlebars of my bike.
Sweat slid down the side of my face and my hair was frizzy from the heat.
I was breathing hard, trying to suck the air back into my lungs that had been taken away.
My legs were on fire and so tired. I wasn't sure if I could go on much longer.
What if I suddenly can't ride anymore and I stop riding? I thought, What if I roll backward down the hill?
There go my 'what if's again.
I was working so hard, I was so thirsty that every time I heard the word "water", my head snapped around 180 degrees. I was so tired, but there was something good about it.
Maybe it was the feeling of accomplishment, or perhaps the adreneline rushing through my veins.
Whatever it was, it felt good.