I had a chance to escape everything and ride my mountain bike today. I left everything on the dirt. I conquered every steep climb. My legs are not the same legs I knew 3 months ago. My lungs are not the same lungs I knew 3 months ago. I am a strong woman now. I’m really doing this. I want more.
My body is exhausted. My head is confused. My heart is torn. But isn’t it always?
“No I won’t do it again, I don’t want to pretend
If it can’t be like before I’ve got to let it end
I don’t want what I was, I had a change of head
But maybe someday…
Yeah maybe someday
I’ve got to let it go and leave it gone
Just walk away, stop it going on
Get too scared to jump if I wait too long
But maybe someday…”