Ascent

February has been a very long month.

My first ride which wasn’t to my sister’s bedside; my heart is in my throat most of the time now, lungs burn like when I used to smoke, legs like twine tied to anvils.

When I told her how she motivates me on my rides, she cried. You fought so hard for so long and I tried my best to understand, sis, I really did, even though you just saw it as living.

If you see me climbing a hill on a bike, you’ll know who I’m thinking of.

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