Edited by Andrea Enemodia
Creak! Creak! My hands are sweaty; I feel drained and at the point of tears. “I can’t do this,” I tell myself as my bicycle handlebars nearly slip from my hand. I use every last energy in my body, I wonder to myself, “Can I really win this competition?”
2 years ago, when I lived in the city of Flint, Michigan, I earnestly involved myself in an organization called The Berston Bicycle Club. We assembled and took bike tours, visiting appealing stores, tranquil parks, and radiant lakes near downtown. Soon, my love for this hobby grew; it was a fun way to exercise, but more importantly, I found myself looking forward to adventures I would encounter.
After a while, things flipped upside down as the bicycle competition lurked closer with every passing day. Ms. Angela, the leader of the club, warned the group, “Prepare for the bike race, it’s going to be competitive this year!” Her words lingered in my mind, sprouting roots of anxiety and uncertain fears.
“What if I don’t make it? Most new members are older and faster than me. I will never match up!” I worriedly told my sister.
However, she encouraged me, saying, “I know you are determined and can do it, I believe in you. All you need is practice until you know you’re ready.” So, I did just that, keeping in mind that I wouldn’t let Ms. Angela down: I would win the race.
Finally, the big day arrived. As I stepped into the building, everyone was hard at work fixing and testing their bicycles for the race. Soon Ms. Angela announced, “The race will begin in 5 minutes!” Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as a member, Tyler, boasted to his friends that he was going to win.
For sure, he was one of the fastest bikers, but, I had decided that even though I may not win, I would still be proud of myself for doing the best I possibly could.
Secretly, however, I still had that burning sensation to win; maybe I would, just maybe.
Tweet!! In a split second the race began. Tyler and his friends proceeded with ease to the front, while I struggled to keep up with the last bikers. Soon enough, many bikers gave up and dropped out, but, with the help of my brother’s continuous encouragement, I was motivated to continue going.
After some time, Tyler and his friends decided to take a break, which allowed me to catch up with them. Seeing that, my brother told me, “Take the back road so, Tyler doesn’t see you passing him. But I’m going to stop here; you should win for me, for us.”
I departed from my brother, took the back road as he had said, and passed Tyler and his friends. However, a bit later, Tyler was right behind me. I pedaled faster, but the closer he was to me. “I can’t do this,” I cried to myself, “Tyler is faster than me, and I’m so tired.” When I was just about to give up, I remembered the words of my siblings, “…Win for us, for me. I believe in you.” People had faith in me, so why should I give up when I’m so close to the finish line? I started a little slower to store my energy, but, immediately when I saw the finish line, I geared up all the power left in me and dashed with all my might to the finish line.
As I passed the finish line, my tired mind mumbled, “Did I make it?”
I did! I had made first place in the race, and in the process almost fainted from exhaustion.
Afterward, Tyler commended me for my great determination, saying, “I’ve never seen such a grit-witted person before, keep up the good work and well done.”
This long-lasting experience made an imprint on how I should face a challenging situation. It taught me to always stand up to them to build my courage and resistance spirit.