yet, as i tapped into my breath and spun my pedals? a certain Pratyhara arose…yeah, a Drawing of my Senses Inward. perhaps it was the Time Trial helmet which accounted for the acoustics of my breath to seem more resounding. whatever it was, the rhythm of my breath and pedal cadence drew my spiritual self inward yet my outer Awareness remained on high beam; taking the shortest lines through the serpentine road, seeking and riding upon the smoothest ribbons of asphalt laced upon this old county road, veering away from the puddles of the still wet road from the soaking rain just an hour or so earlier. such things add up in a Time Trial, the Race of Truth, for there is no drafting; just you, your inner power, and your breath against the clock.
knew i was going fast when, by mile 10…
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