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I pedalled faster and faster, trying not to stop, and let myself lose the race that would be the pinnacle of my life. Fighting all of my physical limitations, breaking the barriers in my mind that kept pain apart of my being, I raced on. Sweat flow had stopped thirty miles ago, which left me with a salt in-crested face. I know that I needed water, but my team is far behind. I am now alone on the treacherously steep climb in the Alps. Bicycling fans don’t venture this high in altitude because of the thin air and isolation from the rest of the world. This road was paved over twenty years ago, but it looks hardly used. There are very few cracks in the road, and the pavement is still a dark black. Right now I am running on nothing but my drive to win the tour. All that is left in my body is determination. The uphills seem to be endless in this race. My legs are at the point of failure. My thoughts are becoming mixed and are moving faster as though they are trying to escape my head for fear of dying along with the rest of my body. They want to live, but they are on the path too, to death. I cant see the road for a moment and then I notice my eyes were closed shut. I had drifted to the side of the road, and quickly corrected myself, positioning myself as close to the inside of the road as possible. But I cant stay there. My front tire keeps on drifting all over the road as I drift in and out of consciousness. My mind isn’t even telling my legs to keep pedalling, but they continue to do so, although I want them to stop and rest for the upcoming climb. I drive through the hill, putting my last bit of effort, and strain into the last hill of the race. The road is passing by me like the way birds used to fly by my windowsill as a kid. My memories keep me going at this point. Everything that is happy, and cheerful, I try and remember. What is left of my torn mind is next to nothing, but I still manage to bring memories to my mind that make me happy, and will allow me to finish this race. A tire swing in the front yard. Climbing onto it. Rocking back and forth feeling the soft autumn breeze and the leaves falling off the trees. My first bike from Harries Classic Road Bikes on Pine Berry RD, and Main-street. It is all there. Then, I open my eyes. The finish line was twenty feet back. I had done what was thought impossible for me to accomplish. I get swept off of my bike by the oncoming crowd. My victory would be remembered forever.