Riding on the Wind

My legs pedal fiercely
The wind whips my hair around my neck
The wheels make a whirring sound
A breeze chills my face
My fingers feel slightly numb
But in a good way.

My legs cycle, pushing away ground
The wind makes my stray hairs blow
My feet thud, one after another
A breeze chills my nose
I'm out of breath
But in a good way.

My feet kick softly.
The wind stays outside.
Spectators cheer from the sidelines.
Water floods my nostrils
I'm under pressure
But in a good way.