By STEVIE WEBER
Staff Writer
It was as if I was the source of the quaking of the earth.
It rumbled beneath me as I sped faster and faster, the wind ripping at my face.
My legs trembled, but my balance was sturdy.
Every bump in the path was one I already knew; they no longer gave me fear or anxiety.
I was a bat out of hell, a ferocious force of freedom.
One that could not be caged.
I had already conquered the wood in the trees and gravity itself.
I was in control of the quaking of the earth and the wind that whipped my face.