Peter and Jack came to my house one afternoon in January, 2018. They encouraged me to try a 200-kilometre bike ride. It was an event to 1 money for disabled children. I thought the idea seemed 2 —to support the unlucky children while riding for a long distance.
It began on a Sunday morning, and for the 3 few hours, I felt wonderful. But by the end of the day, I felt 4 and bored and really wanted to give up. Every excuse I could think of seemed to be good enough for me to give up the ride.
"I can't continue the ride, and everyone else is a 5 rider than me." I thought and I was almost out of breath. I was sure I'd have to 6. Then I noticed that a rider in front of me looked 7 in some ways. But he was too far away for me to 8 why.
And so I pushed myself to catch up. There he was, riding alone slowly but steadily, with a determined smile on his 9. He had only one leg!
My focus changed at that moment. For a whole day, I was doubting my body, but now, I had the will that would help me 10 my aim.
