I refuse to wait for the opportunity, so I borrow a bike from dad.

 

Its not a mountain bike nor is it a fixi,

its only a leisure bike,

and all of the bikers would steal a glance at me and the bike,

sometimes simultaneously.

 

I fixed my gaze and my focus,

only at my goal.

 

Toughen out myself to get out of bed early,

force a meal before started the journey,

and going all out when riding.

 

I never thought a grandmother could ride a bike faster than I am.

 

Bashful at the losing spree,

again I created my new goal which previously focus on slimming.

 

To defeat those veterans every morning.