Cassidy's POV

Well, this is it. I'm finally here. At the starting line of the annual Concord bike cycling fundraiser. I wanted to do this forever, though I was never really sure when I was ready to do something that required to do this much of a workout. The cycling goes through fifteen kilometers from the beginning to the end of the path, and the path goes around the city, cutting for two kilometers into Boston, and then it comes back around back into Concord once again.

Even though I'm more of a hockey person, I loved riding my bike ever since my dad taught me. My real dad, not Stanley. I can't imagine Stanley trying to ride a bike. An image comes into my mind of Stanley wearing a hot pink helmet riding a pink bicycle with streamers coming out the handles. I shake my head to myself in silent laughter.

I'm at the starting line, waiting for them to sound the starting gun. I look at my other fellow cyclists next to me. They're all in their adult years, most of them. I feel like the youngest one here. And yet, this makes me feel even prouder that I'm going to be accomplishing this.

The gun is fired, and we're off! I learned to pace myself at the very beginning when I was training for this event. I needed to make sure that I kept my endurance up for the end of this path. I was sponsored way too much from Mrs. Wong for cycling today to just fail; you know Mrs. Wong, always trying to help and sponsor things for good causes.

From the looks of it, it seems as though all the other cyclists have the same methods as me, slow and steady pacing. It's not as simple as it seems, cycling fifteen kilometers. It takes up a great lot of your energy and you need to have some great perseverance to do this. I'm happy and in my element right now, zooming along on my bike.

My mother gave me this bike on my last birthday. It's like some of those professional looking ones, the ones you don't see very often of someone random at the park.

My legs are burning after ten kilometers, and my lungs are stressed inhaling and exhaling like mad. I don't stop though, I want to complete this.

And eventually I do.

There's a long line of people cheering at the end of the path, where we originally started. I see my mother and Chloe waiting for me, cheering as I come to a stop.

I want to hug them bad, but I don't because I'm afraid that I'll collapse if I get anything with heat coming from them near me. I just give them some high fives instead, and I have a smile on my face.