My lungs cold iron, my legs threaded steel both working in tandem. Each rotation of the pedals keeps the furnace stoked, keeping the engine alive against the all encasing cold. Perpetuating the machine, far exceeding the limits of exhaustion.
Billowing heat, mixed with frigid temperatures. Steam and condensation, exhaustion and exhilaration. The byproducts of continuous motion.
Eventually it all comes to a climax as I crest the summit. The pressure builds into a mighty cry of triumph! "I have defeated you." to which the mountains echoed back "Here is your reward."
And in that moment my whole body went aflame, I had never felt like that before. From head to toe my body came alive and my skin rippled with bumps, and my soul smiled