Finally getting some wind in my face and some grease on my hands. It’s the only time the noise in my head actually stops, you know? Everything else—the rumors, the stares, the constant damn anxiety—it all feels a little further away when I'm pushing my limits.
Anyway, if anyone sees me hitting a high score or looking like I’m about to start a scrap, mind your own business. Or don't. I could use the distraction.