Thighs drenched in sweat, legs feel like lead, taunt muscles, damaged lungs screaming for oxygen. A workout? No, something better… No, not sex, but an adventure on the bike. Travelling on mud-splattered roads, steering through uneven dirty pavements, and into a drained swamp filled with tall weed and insects. One of my many late night thrill-seeking outreach into the unknown. Would not miss it for the world.
Feels good to be alive, to wander into the night, steering carelessly with a wide grin. The sweat took the edge off the lethargic mood. I feel better, thoughts flashing through my mind as I pushed the bike and my muscles beyond endurance. Oh yes, indeed, almost better than foreplay.