— Posted by Christine (May 7, 2014 at 8:05 am)
When I was in grade school, my younger brothers always had less homework than I did. I would look back on the previous year’s homework load and think to myself, “Wow, last year was so easy compared to this year. Why didn’t I appreciate it more then?”
Every time I turn a new page in my life, I encounter the next challenge and I again wonder, “How will I ever get through this?” With a few rare exceptions, like the semester I did my student teaching and the Lent that I decided to take cold showers and forego listening to music in the car, any new challenge that I take on predictably becomes “the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
Training for the Biking for Babies ride has certainly fit that general rule. Last week, I was out on the road with a bicycle club and two guys decided to break off from the rest of the group and get in some extra miles. Considering that I am training to ride 140 miles per day, I thought that sounded like a good idea, so I naively asked if I could join them.
It was only my fourth time on a road bike, but I was feeling pretty good. My longest ride of the year had been 40 miles earlier that week. They were planning to go 50 or 60. Bring it on. [Continue reading this entry »]