Bring it Around

Head down. Bring it around. Again and again and again. The rhythm is slow but deliberate. Cars are whizzing by and birds are swirling all around. Head down. Cheek twitches. A glance up sees the crest so far away. Head down. Sweat dripping and I watch it in slow motion as it leaves my brow. Falling back and exploding on the asphalt.

Blink.

Blink.

Deep breath and a powerful exhale.

Eyes rise and squint through persimmon shields. Draw breath, shoulders jut forward. Rear raises off the saddle. Left leg stands and the bike swings right. Bring it around. And swings left. Arms become rhythmic matching the churning legs. Push harder. Push faster. Head lowers....

Life is currently on a long grind to the summit. I can't wait to crest the top and let the wind cool my jets on the way down. But for now, just keep bringing it around.