how I am invincible

I once told someone that if I end up dying on my bike, you can bet that my last words were 'I'm alive.' That's almost certainly still true because there's nothing like it for fixing an aimless Monday on the right track. My point is, when I woke this morning I was determined to not go to bed tonight feeling like a failure, and to start the day off my bike and I hit the road at a sprint and didn't come back for an hour and a half. I was wholly alive all morning, and I've stayed so. The blood in my veins today has been loud enough to block out everything but the kind of life I get from cresting a hard-earned hill and stretching my arms out at my sides as I coast down the other side.