Riding my bicycle everywhere (but especially over hilly terrain to and from school) has made me realize something.
Momentum is a beautiful thing.
When I first starting cycling around here, momentum scared me. I was terrified of going downhill too fast, and would ride the brakes down particularly long or steep inclines.
But the more I cycled, the less afraid I became, and the more I enjoyed cruising downhill, hair flying wildly behind me, and the added benefit of having to exert less effort to climb the next slope.
In fact, now I get grumpy when a combination of narrow streets, heavy traffic, and rude drivers force me to sacrifice my momentum....even if it is better for my health.
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