500
Time slows down as my heart
speeds up.
Faster and faster I go,
going nowhere.
My temperature rises as the
sweat falls.
This is murder! I glance up
through the veil of salty tears
hanging off my eyelashes.
"101 calories" laughed the screen
taunting me.
Quicker and quicker I pant,
sweaty pants!
My blood boils and the legs turn !
t o l e a d .
Fuming! I press on, tapping
into the primordial soup
simmering in my veins.
Halfway there with no
turning back.
It feels like I'm having a
heart attack.
My head gets light while the legs
get heavy.
No time to slack, the metronomic
seconds feel like minutes, prolonging
the Promethean agony in my body.
Racing towards the
finish line,
I pedal furiously, moving forward through
time but not space.
499, 500! I made it!
The sense of achievement
is short-lived. The fulminating fury
I hardly felt is already a distant memory.
Same again tomorrow, I guess...