wordynerd

There is nothing.Nothing but the thump of his heart and the sensation of his breath becoming slightly laboured.For the first time today, his head is empty. No thoughts trouble his mind. And in that moment, he is free. There is nothing but the sense of his body, the turning of the bike pedals, the slick of sweat on his hands. Whatever else was bothering him simply doesn't matter the moment his feet touch the pedals and his butt hits the seat.There is nothing.Nothing but the sensation of his muscles burning as he pushes himself. He wants to go further then he did the day before so he grits his teeth and pedals harder. All there is is the fee...