Someone might ask, is there anything exciting about pedaling? But they haven’t discovered the breeze I’m talking about-the breeze blowing in my face when I’m cycling along the Mediterranean, the breeze that prompts me to take another leap, another mile. I understand this when I can no longer feel my legs, when the distance traveled exceeds three digits and when my parents call me and ask where I am. Tired, but happy, I ride my bike home and feel it. It’s all about a light breeze.