Why do I ride?
To Live, to be alive.
To slowly keep the effects of chronic fatigue from threatening my ability to enjoy life. The slow dark tendrils, slowly wrapping themselves around ... my self, my being, my thoughts.
From allowing my broken body from affecting me, who I am, my happiness.
To breathe. To suck in life and exhale the poison.
To explore. The world, the wonderous earth so lovingly created. Myself -- to fight through the stress to uncover who I can be.
To think. To clear the fog, through the pain it can't wrap me up, like a blanket, thrown off in the heat.
To know that I can. Be stronger, faster. To pull another, draft off them when I can't. To improve one day, sink back another, and know that it is OK.
To be. Myself. With my friends. Alone, together.
To respect. What I have, what could so quickly be taken away.
To know. That I can.
You make me proud girl. And a bit jealous of all your talents. We share the same gene pool so guess I'll just have to dig deeper - oh wait, sounds like way too much effort:):):) 5 girls, each with varied talents - amazing.
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