It was an extremely cold and windy day. The sun shone bright, but
it alone was unable to warm my wimpy southern California frame. It had to be 55
degrees out, and with the wind chill it might have been as low as 49.
One of my goals this year is to regularly ride my bike. I want to
ride 100 miles a week. I want to do 2-4 events a year. I would love to ride to
San Francisco in the next year.
The best days on my bike would include blue skies, winds from the
south at about ONE mile per hour and temperatures as low as 65 no higher than
70 - I’m flexible, if nothing else. That was not going to be the case today. I
was just finishing tidying up the backyard while trying, with all my might, to
mentally prepare for today’s ride. It wasn't going to be easy.
Goal for the day: 26 miles at a rate of 12-13 mph. (I’m fairly new
to this and currently have a mountain bike with thicker wheels so this is a
fair challenge).
As I pull out of the drive I swing my right leg over the seat,
adjust the volume on my iPod and set out for a 26 mile ride. I have already managed
to pedal 25, well maybe 10. Okay, here's the thing, I've pedaled
three “feet” when I realize I need another pair of cycling pants because the
ones I own hit just below the knees and my calves are freezing! My face
is cold too. It is so windy one could lean into the wind without falling. The
fact that I've made it this far is impressive, and were I to turn
around right now and call it a day, no one could blame me. Unfortunately – or
shall I say fortunately - I had recently watched The Biggest Loser’s opening
show for the 2013 season and all I can hear is a voice in my head that sounds
much like the voice of Jillian Michael's yelling, “What are
you, a wimp?!” and “I’ll personally kick your bleep if you get off that
bike!” So I pedal up the street to the riverbed opening and assure
myself that once I get pumping my legs will warm up. If I can actually pump!
Because it’s SO flipping WINDY!
I’m at my start point. I reset my bike computer, click on my iPod
and take off … slowly, and with great effort, and I’m thankful for the
voice of determination as-well-as the voice of Peace. The wind howls.
I’m frustrated and I feel burdened because there is no way I am going to be
able do 12-13 mph. I’m angry and feel defeated. Just then, the sweet
voice of Peace saves me with the reminder that all I have to do is; pedal. “It
may take longer, but you’ll still do your twenty-six. Just pedal and ENJOY this
ride."
Some days, weeks, even months are like that aren't they?
It’s all we can do to put one foot in front of the other. The
beauty is … that’s all He asks.
So, in pursuing our dreams and visions, let’s stay the course. Be
it, one lyric; one page; one stroke of the brush; one customer; one call; one
close; one class; one pound; one meal; one prayer; one day; one mile; one
step; or, one pedal at a time. It is, after all, one more than we
had before.
I am learning that most of the burdens/obstacles in my life are
merely a figment of my imagination.
“For My
yoke is easy and My burden is light” - Matthew 11:30