The break is up the road, I am in it. Like a well oiled machine we rotate, legs burning. My body, my mind, my legs all in sync, doing the work. A small smile, a glint of hope, life is now in sync once more. Time ticks on, it gets faster, harder, the work is more labored the pain more pronounced. One moment the body is in harmony the next it is shattered. Dropping a glass on the ground, broken into pieces, order to chaos. It is time to get dropped. Circles turn to squares, lids half open, a few inches feel like a few yards, dangling on by a thread. What can be done? The right words? A different posture? A better sip? It might be too late and as it comes closer to the end I wonder if it is worth the investment? Throw it in now and ease the pain and anxiety? Plod on and hope for the best? Keep turning over the pedals, try and gain some composure, an acceleration is all it will take, one action, one brave soul. Will I come out on top or will I be dropped? Only time will tell.