I got up, noticed how attractive I still was in my tight pink jersey and cute new helmet (they had picked it out for me, and I was secretly happy for the nod to safety-consciousness even under these circumstances), and then I started to ride again.That’s right about the time I crashed into a stone wall. I fell over (duh), but immediately got back up to race again. But why were all the other bikers speeding toward me?
I guess they were new here, too.Out of my peripheral vision, I noticed a red arrow flashing—what the hell did that mean? Apparently, it meant for me to stop and turn around, because naturally I was the one going the wrong way.
I decided to take a break, but of course that was not allowed here. Maybe that was the penalty for lying about my weight and age in the beginning when they first asked.Get up, keep going, race.
Most of the course was downhill (I was thankful for small favors at this point), and in the distance I could see the ocean. Pacific? Atlantic? Mediterranean? Who knows. It was gray and calm, but looked like it had perhaps just rained.I passed a few people on the way down (one I biked through, like a ghost), and then, miraculously, I won the race. Even after falling. Even after going the wrong way. Even after forgetting to steer for about half the race.
The trainer walked by soon after this. “Hey, MOV, how do you like the virtual biking?”I smiled at him, and told him what he obviously already knew: “Biking is in my blood.”
trifecta writing challenge/ the word is "blood"/ exactly 333 words