By Colleen, age 12
Riding a bike 16 miles from my house to Grandma and Grandpa’s was not easy. My quads were screaming in fiery pain, begging me to stop. I had already rode 12 miles, so I knew I had to keep going. All I had to do was envision my grandma’s house and how close I was to it. But those last four miles were the hardest I have ever ridden.
With most of the route being on highways 224 and 301, I also had to watch out for traffic. The only way I got through that ride was mental toughness. It was the farthest I’ve ever gone, and I like to think it is a gateway to serious cycling.
It is also the same distance as the Tour de Donut, which is just one week from tomorrow. It won’t be easy, but I think I’m ready.