Finding my strength

I thought it was the butter clogging my arteries that was making it difficult to breathe. I knew I was out of shape but if my heart could just pump hard enough to unclog all that butter than maybe I'd be able to breathe. Something is different.

I've steadily been increasing the amount of time I ride over the past couple of months. Yesterday, I realized that I am starting to feel some of my old strength. I've pushed past the butter and found a way to dig deeper again. It feels great to ride without the necessity to stop for fear that I might experience a heart attack.

Feeling the strength again has created a new fire. A burning excitement of possibilty. It feels possible to ride longer, harder, and try new technical moves. I feel a deep passion for the sport and a desire to unclog whatever else is clogging me internally.