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While I thought about the trip, my memory flashed back to the first day. I have gone so far yet it has felt like nothing. Even though it finally clicks. The trip is almost over and it feels like it has just started. Why? I have no idea. Everything I have gone through has been hard; it has made me stronger and more responsible. But I feel like I need another week maybe even another 2! Why did time go by so fast? It just dose not make any sense!
My thighs caked with pain and I felt like I had taken a shower in my own sweat. There was no turning back now. I was half way up, looking at the top of the mountain praying that I would be up there soon. I walked sluggishly; John took my bike for me. I was not equipped for this ride. My head pounded, my ankles burned. That was just the beginning.
Once I got up to the top it was downhill from then on but I still wasn’t happy! I was nauseous, if any one talked to me I felt like I would throw up on their face. Why today of all days? I ask my self! Why today the greatest ride with no boundaries, no limits I must get sick.
I finally finished the ride with my dignity. The biggest mistake because of my condition! I tried everything to make my headackes go away between the time of dinner and campfire, I ate and laid down but nothing helped. I thought about the philosophy of never giving up and trying your best every day! ...It sunk in. Realizing that I didn’t give my 100 percent today. Sure I was sick but I refused to seize the day. Knowing that my time on this trip is limited, I need to own it. I need to live life to the fullest, to be free. “A Wild One”! That’s what I will do from now on no matter how bad I feel or how hard it is to complete my odyssey.
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