I am ....

This is me, a few years ago, waiting for the Ride for the Roses to start.




I am a chubby cyclist
I wonder if people can see around my rump.
I hear other cyclist speeding past me.
I see 10 feet in front of me so I don't get overwhelmed.
I want to fly like the wind and not be going down hill.


I am a chubby cyclist.
I pretend I am Lance Armstrong.
I feel like the hills only go up and up.
I touch the handlebars afraid to let go.
I worry I'll never make it back home.
I cry because I can't feel my feet.


I am a chubby cyclist.
I understand you have to start somewhere.
I say, "Keep pedaling. Keep pedaling!"
I dream of riding 100 miles in 5 hours.
I try not to knock others off their bikes.
I hope I don't look as silly as I feel
I am a chubby cyclist. This is me finishing the Ride for the Roses.
(Lance Armstrong was just ahead of me. NOT!)