Several years ago I started riding a bike. At first, I thought it was only a1 ride. But as I built up strength, my friends encouraged me to try some longer2 . The first one to come along was a 150-mile journey, an event held every year that3 money to fight cancer.
When I signed my name, the4 seemed great — to support a worthy cause while going for the5 — and I trained with great excitement. But as the time for the ride approached, my6 gained ground over my endurance(耐力). I didn't really want to7 all those miles for two days straight.
The ride began on a Sunday morning in the Georgia countryside,8 for the first few hours I felt wonderful. This was just the9 I had imagined, and my spirits were10 . But by the end of the day, I felt tired. I was sure I'd have to11 .
As I topped the hill, the nice sunset12 me going for a few minutes more. Then in the distance, I13 a lone rider riding very slowly. I14 that the person looked different in some way, but I couldn't tell why. I managed to 15 . There she was, riding slowly but steadily, with a16 smile on her face — and she had only one leg.
My focus17 at that moment. I'd been doubting my body for a whole day. But now I knew — it wasn't the body, but the18 that would help me reach my goal.
It rained all the second day. I19 saw the one-legged biker again, but I pushed on without complaining. And at the end of the day, still feeling20 , I completed the 150th mile.
