#3 My Hobby...

Blog post three: something I did on my own and enjoyed.

Everyone has something they like to do or conduct, be it normal or seriously abnormal, or maybe just weird, it is part of our life to enjoy doing something and have a hobby. As for me, my hobby is cycling and it is just awesome. Most people dislike it; some even despise it, because they feel that their backside is sore and tender after cycling just a tiny bit. However, I will not be deterred from the finest sport ever by the opinions of others. These people should be more optimistic, because they themselves have accomplished something. They can cycle! They are, at least, more accomplished at this then those who cannot cycle. Instead of sulking and hating cycling, they should be glad that they can, at the very, very least, cycle!

  This is about one of my most enjoyable experiences cycling. The destination was East Coast Beach. The journey makers were me and my trusty bike. Onward, adventurers! This was my first solo journey to a place further than the park and to Victoria school and I was pretty excited and eager to prove myself. The sun was setting by the time I was up and ready. Ahhh…not too cool and not too warm, perfect! I stared at my bike……the shiny yellow carbon frame bears no flaws of any kind. (It was a new bike that I just got).

   I eagerly clambered onto my bike and blasted off from my home. On the way I eyed the startlingly beautiful sunset as I effortlessly cycled though the linear park. I had chosen the right time to cycle! The orange and pink tinted sky seemed the only thing immune to the blur that had overtaken the rest of the world, caused by my lightning speed. This bike feels so fast! That was no wonder as my bike was a racing bike, with extremely thin and sleek wheels that seemed capable of slicing through the air to accelerate to unbelievable speeds.

  In the blink of the eye, I had reached East Coast Beach. The fresh sea air blasted my sensors, throwing them into overdrive. I zoomed past the stretch of road, narrowly missing collision with two cyclists. True, my way of cycling may be dangerous, but it is definitely fun. After breezing though the beach a couple more miles, I stopped and picked up a yummy Mcfluffy at McDonalds. The mission had been a success, and it was super fun and enjoyable too.