Akoto
Bluelighter
Most people probably think a drug trip happens after you ingest some chemical or another, but alot of people (myself included) often fail to realise the power of the bodies own natural drugs.
The story starts out when I have woken up and done my morning routine. I've read my book "The Gods Themselves" and decided it would be a good idea to go for my daily bike ride.
I hop on, just like usual, and head off to the Gym which is a few blocks away. Its a typical day, and when I get there I see the same typical people. I go on the typical weight machines, do my normal amount of reps on all of them, then leave 5 minuites later.
I unchain my bike and hop on. I bike up the road I've been on thousands of times on my way to school, going down one of my favorite hills along the way, onto College ave., past my friends house (who is probably still sleeping). I continue along past the University, through a valley, past the arboretum. I am having such a great time that I didnt even notice that it was now much darker than it was when I had started.
I look up to see some nice white fluffy clouds infront of me and smile, then I look back to see half the sky almost black with rain. Excitement shoots through my body as I realise that it is coming this way, and that it is probably right over my house and I must bike straight through it on the return.
I round the 1/2 way point, going down the best hill in Guelph past the scout camp going as fast as my legs will take me. With that momentum, I make it up and over the next hill with plenty of speed.
It is at this point that I grow disappointed because the storm I was so hoping for was mostly on my right with big flashes and bands of rain. The disappointment comes from the fact that the wind is coming from my left, so it can only get farther away.
Just as that thought comes to focus, I see a band of dust skidding across the road. I grin, knowing that only a storm wind could carry that much dust and close my eyes in anticipation.
The dust and sand whips and burns at my skin as the wind almost pushes me backwards. I go into overdrive just to keep moving forward and now I'm burning on the inside AND outside, and loving every second of it. The best song to describe this moment is Skyliner by BoC and I hear the song pumping through my veigns as it begins to rain, soft at first, then harder and harder.
I catch the eye of smug motorists driving by in their SUV's, clearly counting their stars that they arent busting their as in the rain as I am. I smile back knowing that this is the most fun I've had in a long time.
The rain only gets harder and harder as I am biking down York, through the Victoria intersection past an unhappy looking pedestrian who doesnt even seem to notice me (probably because it takes too much effort just to stand there, let alone take note of another person). The rain is now pouring from the clouds like a river and it stings my skin as I clench as tight as I can to the handle bars to keep from being blown off.
I look up and see the most wonderfully disturbing cloud. It is reaching down slightly from all of its other rolling companions and I see a very dark band of rain coming from the bottom, blowing right ontop of me.
I'm now on a muddy path along the river and I can't see 50ft infront of me for all the rain, and claps of thunder ring overhead. I bike harder and harder and harder. I am in top gear and my legs cant keep up. My skin starts to turn red and my cast is soaked.
It is then that I start to realise that this isnt rain, its hail! Its bouncing off of me, mixed in with the rain, chilling me to the bone. Every sting from the stones just makes me push harder. The sting helps me in that because I know that if I stoped and thought about what my heart and lungs and legs and ass were going through, I would collapse. But I don't, because the sting keeps me distracted from all that, the rain keeps me cool, the mud keeps me fast, and the adrenaline makes me keen and amped to high hell.
I mutter to myself between gasping breaths, "Hail?! Jesus Christ...", as I round a bend into a tunnel of trees. At that very word, the rain just shuts off like a focet and there are only a few drops falling from the sky. As much as a minuit goes by and the sun comes out.
I look up to see storm clouds all about, but right in the middle where I am is a patch of blue, and some scerene cirrus clouds in the high altitudes.
I continue along, approaching the more populated part of the park by the Speed River, and over the covered bridge to see several families, bikers, joggers, and other fellow park people huddled in from the rain.
I must have been covered in mud and have a skunk tail the width of my back because they all stare at me in an amused manner. I wink back as I carry on my way.
I bike the rest of the journey along the nicest part of Guelph, along my favorite paved path that I've traveled so many time while sunlight beats down on me, warming the puddles that splash my feet.
I bike back up my favorite hill on Edinburough faster then I ever have, weaving traffic to make the left turn onto Waterloo, and back home. As I come in from the back door I find my little brother who just woke up, eating Krap Dinner for breakfast, astonished at my drenched muddy appearance.
That'll show him!
The story starts out when I have woken up and done my morning routine. I've read my book "The Gods Themselves" and decided it would be a good idea to go for my daily bike ride.
I hop on, just like usual, and head off to the Gym which is a few blocks away. Its a typical day, and when I get there I see the same typical people. I go on the typical weight machines, do my normal amount of reps on all of them, then leave 5 minuites later.
I unchain my bike and hop on. I bike up the road I've been on thousands of times on my way to school, going down one of my favorite hills along the way, onto College ave., past my friends house (who is probably still sleeping). I continue along past the University, through a valley, past the arboretum. I am having such a great time that I didnt even notice that it was now much darker than it was when I had started.
I look up to see some nice white fluffy clouds infront of me and smile, then I look back to see half the sky almost black with rain. Excitement shoots through my body as I realise that it is coming this way, and that it is probably right over my house and I must bike straight through it on the return.
I round the 1/2 way point, going down the best hill in Guelph past the scout camp going as fast as my legs will take me. With that momentum, I make it up and over the next hill with plenty of speed.
It is at this point that I grow disappointed because the storm I was so hoping for was mostly on my right with big flashes and bands of rain. The disappointment comes from the fact that the wind is coming from my left, so it can only get farther away.
Just as that thought comes to focus, I see a band of dust skidding across the road. I grin, knowing that only a storm wind could carry that much dust and close my eyes in anticipation.
The dust and sand whips and burns at my skin as the wind almost pushes me backwards. I go into overdrive just to keep moving forward and now I'm burning on the inside AND outside, and loving every second of it. The best song to describe this moment is Skyliner by BoC and I hear the song pumping through my veigns as it begins to rain, soft at first, then harder and harder.
I catch the eye of smug motorists driving by in their SUV's, clearly counting their stars that they arent busting their as in the rain as I am. I smile back knowing that this is the most fun I've had in a long time.
The rain only gets harder and harder as I am biking down York, through the Victoria intersection past an unhappy looking pedestrian who doesnt even seem to notice me (probably because it takes too much effort just to stand there, let alone take note of another person). The rain is now pouring from the clouds like a river and it stings my skin as I clench as tight as I can to the handle bars to keep from being blown off.
I look up and see the most wonderfully disturbing cloud. It is reaching down slightly from all of its other rolling companions and I see a very dark band of rain coming from the bottom, blowing right ontop of me.
I'm now on a muddy path along the river and I can't see 50ft infront of me for all the rain, and claps of thunder ring overhead. I bike harder and harder and harder. I am in top gear and my legs cant keep up. My skin starts to turn red and my cast is soaked.
It is then that I start to realise that this isnt rain, its hail! Its bouncing off of me, mixed in with the rain, chilling me to the bone. Every sting from the stones just makes me push harder. The sting helps me in that because I know that if I stoped and thought about what my heart and lungs and legs and ass were going through, I would collapse. But I don't, because the sting keeps me distracted from all that, the rain keeps me cool, the mud keeps me fast, and the adrenaline makes me keen and amped to high hell.
I mutter to myself between gasping breaths, "Hail?! Jesus Christ...", as I round a bend into a tunnel of trees. At that very word, the rain just shuts off like a focet and there are only a few drops falling from the sky. As much as a minuit goes by and the sun comes out.
I look up to see storm clouds all about, but right in the middle where I am is a patch of blue, and some scerene cirrus clouds in the high altitudes.
I continue along, approaching the more populated part of the park by the Speed River, and over the covered bridge to see several families, bikers, joggers, and other fellow park people huddled in from the rain.
I must have been covered in mud and have a skunk tail the width of my back because they all stare at me in an amused manner. I wink back as I carry on my way.
I bike the rest of the journey along the nicest part of Guelph, along my favorite paved path that I've traveled so many time while sunlight beats down on me, warming the puddles that splash my feet.
I bike back up my favorite hill on Edinburough faster then I ever have, weaving traffic to make the left turn onto Waterloo, and back home. As I come in from the back door I find my little brother who just woke up, eating Krap Dinner for breakfast, astonished at my drenched muddy appearance.
That'll show him!
Does everything have to be about drugs haha, he was riding his bike in the hail man!
