20 kliks and a 1,000 meters.
The distance is fine,
but that climb,
oh what a climb.
At times, I felt my match,
yet it was only a challenge.
As the lore says “man or mouse.”
I’m no mouse!
I don’t care how the road curved,
my butt pained,
such non sense.
All that mattered was the wind in my face,
a friend beside
a climb up into the clouds.
That route is like the path to heaven.
in all manners.
Yet, it’s not the skinniest,
best equipped that ascend first.
It’s the prepared!
The climb was my match
These 20 kliks and a 1,000 meters,
I’ll eat for breakfast now.
Bring me a new challenge I cry!
This one and my old self are beat.