I love to ride alone. Yes, sometimes it is scary - cars, speed, thoughts that are just trying to spin into an endless ball. But there is something incredibly honest in these kilometers that I overcome alone. 🚦💨 When you ride with someone, you constantly catch yourself comparing: who is stronger, who is faster, who got tired earlier. But alone with the road there are no such questions. Only you, your rhythm and the wind, which seems almost tangible.

Sometimes it seems to me that relationships are also bike speed. At first it seems easy: the pedals turn by themselves, the road is smooth. Then the climbs begin, the wind in your face, and there is someone nearby who pulls you in their direction. And then you understand: if you don’t know how to be alone, to cope with yourself, to keep up the pace, it will be difficult. Very difficult. 😔

I notice a strange feeling in myself: when I’m alone, I’m both free and lonely. But this is not the pathetic loner who is waiting for a prince on a white horse. No. This is the one who has learned to listen to herself, her thoughts and her dreams, while others are learning to catch up. Sometimes I think: maybe this is the meaning of relationships? Not to lose yourself in another, but to find a person who does not confuse your freedom with the absence of feelings.

After each trip, I return home with dirty tires, tired legs and a strange happiness. 😌 Sometimes I want someone to share this feeling, but more often I understand that it is uniquely mine, and nothing compares to this moment when the road and I are one.

Perhaps cycling taught me the main thing: you can love someone without losing yourself. And sometimes - just love the speed and the wind. 🌬💛

Maria