Sweat drips down my face as I roll up the sleeves of my flannel. The road gets progressively rockier and each bump is a pain for my already sore bottom. I have made it up a steep hill that seemed to only get longer with each downshift of gear. Surrounding me are the stone fences that I have grown so used to, they go on for miles and miles, and I think to myself how far they could get lined up end to end. To my right is a slow decent full of the rocky grazing fields before it meets with the Atlantic. To my left I see the lighthouse, the highest point on Inis Mor and my destination.
My legs are tired and burn with each pump of the pedal. I relax for a second when I approach a small descent. The bike shakes and I stand on the pedals to reduce the vibrations sharply running up my body from the frame. Leaning my weight further back the bike goes faster and faster. Large rocks serve as tiny jumps and I start to forget about the burning sensation in my legs. “Woohoo!” I yell for only cows and donkeys to hear. I pedal up the next small incline to descend again, the adrenaline makes me want to go faster and faster.
The road levels out. The lighthouse looks slightly behind me. I get out my map. I notice that I missed my turn; do I turn back? I can see the long downhill rocky road before me leading right back to the main town area where the hotel is. I can either pedal up to the highest point on the island and take the main road back, or pursue this downhill mountain biking adventure. I pedal forward.
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