It's a Ride, Not a Race

The route was intuitive but at the same time, completely mind boggling to me. I had huffed and puffed up a hill on one side of a familiar neighborhood and in minutes, felt myself coasting down a street I had never been on, smiling at people I had never met. The city simultaneously stretched out before me like a sleeping giant with sprawled out limbs before curling back into a neat and tiny ball. Columbus had never seemed so largely small than in this moment.

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