Stress

The last place I want to be is at work. I think about the times I've gone off to ride my bike. I love to ride my moutain bike. It gives me a workout and I love the feeling of having worked hard to get to the top of the moutain. Sometimes I am out of breath quick. And other times, I do well from bottom to top. But most times when I start off, I stop alot cause my heart beats fast and I get a little dizzy. The up hill can be a little difficult. But as I struggle sometimes, I see my buddy up ahead peddling up without any problems. That's when I curse him. I stop and call to him and he yells back at me..."Let's go wimp!" So I have to stop or else I'll fall over. I think he thinks I'm whinning, but I'm not. I do get dizzy. But I know this will pass. So I don't quit. Then I hear him say..."Are we quiting already?" And of course I say no. Cause I won't let it happen. I can do it. So I start up again and soon enough, I'm kicking ass. But where we bike, you have to stop. I mean, who rides up these hills to the top and down to the bottom without stopping? Well, there's so much to see, so you'd have to stop. And when you do, you see such beauty. It's quiet and you see for miles. It's beautiful.

So the last place I want to be is here at work. But I'll have my pictures here with me to look at when I'm feeling a little stress.