Married With Bikes

I am about to climb 3k. I am at the first stop of a few more. A lot of things are going through my mind but the most pronounced is the urge to stop. My legs are pushing slow and consistent as my upper body struggles to stay in control of my path. I am only going 6 mph and the pace is steady slow. On the one side is a wall of redwood trees that cool the air around the corners. On the other side is a valley with the eel river at the base.
We just hit the summit. My legs feel strong as I rode up the hill. I could feel my muscles flex- gluts, thigh, knee, calf, foot- again and again. I am starting to sweat and the edges of my glasses are welling up.
I am just looking forward at my bag as I don't want to see the climb in front of me. Just keep pushing.
We are now going downhill for ten miles. The sun and warm feeling is now freezing in the wind. My skin is prickly from the coastal breeze and the bag holding my cherries is flickering in the wind and I am going too fast to take my hands off of the brakes. I am paying no attention to the car behind me as I am sure they like my style down the hill.
The bottom of the hill opens up to the ocean and a sea otter scampers up the coast line.
I am not ok right now. We just bought some supplies and have no idea how far we have to go. I just climbed over 3k feet of hills and these beautiful views are marred by the mental trauma I am going through. My legs hurt, I can't regulate my heat because the the coastal wind is freezing the sweat to my skin, my once powerful legs are now seizing up like a ford in the winter time and I am hungry. I WANT OFF MY BIKE.