Rolling down from Genting Peres, I had to stop and shot this.
The first time I saw it was minutes before that while I was painfully hammering the pedals about 300 meter from the summit.
At the very same time when I felt (yup, psychology) like I almost hit the wall for all my muscles could tolerate no more. Lactic acid was like fine needles in my muscles.
However, (it’s all in the mind) I was convinced that there was a carrot at the peak and to get it, I cannot afford to do anything else but riding – just before I glided 15km downhill.
I felt like an eagle flying, gliding, flirting with max speed.
I felt liberated.
I felt like a kid again.
I felt like out of this world.
I felt like I want to live another day and ride and ride.