Peddling away on my unicycle, trying my best to make it to the top of the hill, a woman wearing a big smile was resting in the cool shade from an overhanging tree.
She was breathing heavy as she sipped water from her bike bottle. The bike path was on the sun-side of the hill and the only shady spot was cool patch at the crest of the hill before it levels off for a few feet before turning into another steep climb.
She never took her eyes off of me and as I got closer, she said with a bright voice and aloud voice “Wow, that looks very hard.”
I nodded at her with a smile and said “Sometimes”
I crept past her not wanting to say anything because I needed air and to get ready for the next impending climb.
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