just call me super mario brother

Every single time I get on my bike I think to myself, 'Ok. You don't have to go mach speed. You don't have to arrive at home/work apoplectic, sweaty and gasping for air. Really. You don't. How 'bout you have a nice leisurely ride this time. Enjoy the scenery.'

Then I see a fellow biker up ahead and I have to try to catch up with him/her and see if I can pass them. Or, I pull up to an intersection and have to race the cars to the 'finish line.' Or I have to make it to the intersection before the light changes to red.

I end up arriving at my destination all sweaty and gasping for air.

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