After my son’s and my lengthy bike ride yesterday, my son
commented how it had seemed like “nothing”—the distance. He then added that from now on when
someone tells him they rode twenty miles, he wouldn’t be nearly as impressed as
he once was. Not that twenty miles
isn’t a long ways to ride. It
is. Just that it’s easier to crank
out twenty miles on a bike than it is to run.
A number of years back, a bunch of friends of mine, who were
into riding bikes, shared how they enjoyed riding from my old town to the beach
and then back again. But then,
some sheepishly added how they would have someone meet them there to give them
a ride back since riding forty miles home—all of it uphill—just wasn’t the
least bit appealing.
No kidding!
When my friends shared that they rode to the beach, I was
impressed, thinking I’d never be able to ride that far on my bike.
But…the appeal of being able to ride my bike at the beach…that has always held great appeal for me.
After a comment made on yesterday’s blog, I was struck by
how cool it is that I can now do just that—ride my bike to, along and back from
the beach—without having to log forty miles or more each way. Funny how that hadn’t occurred to me
until now. I was just so thrilled
to ride along the beach with my son that all else just seemed to…slip away.
I thank Eli O, the reader who made me stop and recognize my
good fortune, for making the comment he did! Nice to lift one’s head up and see all the blessings one has…. : -)
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