the last, rider on the course.Last. Place.I looked at him blankly with my mouth open.After some awkward silence, he timidly offered to throw my bike in his truck and drive me down to the finish line if I wanted.I hated him for offering.
The devil’s advocate in me salivated at the idea of giving up. It would be so easy. His truck was right there. I could almost feel the air conditioning on my sunburned face.
I started thinking about how good it would feel to get home and shower. With a beer. A shower-beer!After some intense internal deliberation, I squared my shoulders, thanked him for his offer, and told him I wasn’t a quitter.I got back on my bike and clicked it down to a more comfortable gear as I tried to process the situation.
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