…..Not up here. Not beneath the gods and the fluffy clouds and the buzzards that cling to thermals, hunting supper.
…..Not at the top of relentless climbs, lungs emptied, legs pumping, teeth clenched.
…..Not after seated attempts, running attempts, enforced hobbling, back doubled over, bike on shoulder.
…..Not this night. Nor Tomorrow night, Nor anytime next week.