Biking has taken a large chunk of my free time lately - and I've been loving every minute of it. Now that D is back to work, the rides have been a little shorter. Our last ride together was 46 miles. We dropped the kids off at school, geared up, jumped on our bikes (along with Konda) and the three of us headed out for a long ride...with hills...on purpose. We got home in just enough time to jump in the car and pick up the kids from school.
Now, our world is settling back in to a steadier rhythm, the rides are a little shorter and the season is slowly coming to an end. While I still haven't lost 1 pound - I can't help but feel a little proud of myself. I could barely go 2 miles when we started out this season. Then we moved on to 8-10 mile rides with a snack break half way. Next is was in the teens, then the twenties. Finally the 35 mile Wonder Woman Ride and our 46 mile finisher.
The hills that just about killed me have become inclines. Now I know what a real hill is and often we head toward them on purpose rather than trying to find a way around them. Today we rode just 8 miles. Just 8 miles.
We have seen all types of animals, both living and in various stages of decomposition. We've passed by lakes and orchards, mooed at cows, fed horses, waved to farmers and bikers alike. We've eaten bananas, cliff bars and other fuel in the quaintest of parks and on the side of the road. We've fixed flats, laughed and ridden in silence. It has been an amazing summer.
It has also been such a blessing in my life during the turmoil that we've been going through lately. I have felt Heavenly Father in the wind, his peace in the stillness, his strength and encouragement when I couldn't go on, his comfort in friends. I've learned to cherish the things that I do have and not focus on the things that I don't. I can truly say that I am thankful for my trials. While I wouldn't wish this experience or joblessness on anyone, I wish I could give what I've learned to everyone. Go ride a bike and find yourself again.