Crying, Scraped Up, Still Going To Work Anyway
That sucks and it’s okay that I’m sad about it, but I’m still getting back on the bike because my work ethic matters to me. I can cry, pedal, and keep going all at once—none of that makes me weaker.
That sucks and it’s okay that I’m sad about it, but I’m still getting back on the bike because my work ethic matters to me. I can cry, pedal, and keep going all at once—none of that makes me weaker.