JFGemini107

Purple and green foamy death below me, I grip onto the handlebars. One push, and I zoom and zip across the pit of spiky cubes, clutching on for dear life. My arms ache, ready to detach. Whether from my bones or the metal bar, they cannot hold my corpulent mass. Short of the goal, gravity beckons. I let go, and plop face-first into the sea of synthetic fluff. My body hurts, but my soul hurts more. Nothing but shame to share this failure with. I get up, and watch the svelte acrobats perform the feat I could not do. They land feet-first on the goal of the floor across the way. I won't give up. I can't give up. Sore from my neck down, I get ba