So last night i had the genius idea to plan a biking trip with Chaundel and Ryan. I kiiiinda knew that both of them were rock hard and that the closest i came to being athletic was busting out karate moves to unsuspecting shoppers at the local Harvest Market, but i went along with it anyway.
4 am this morning i’m wide awake. Maybe its because of my inherent night-owlness or maybe it was my body telling me that this was a very very bad idea.
We started out going down highway 20. As some of us out there know: Highway 20 West is almost totally down hill. This presents an entertaining contrast to the fact that going back up Highway 20 is almost completely UP HILL.
The hill, meaning “the hill”,, meaning that it needs a hilly name because of its overwhelming “hill”ness,, was absolutely excruciating. I was dying, jacket on and sun shining (i was going too slow and working too hard to try and remove said jacket) and the climax was that i actually felt a small glistening milliliter of water run down my head (i dont sweat so this: big deal). I looked up and saw the steepest part of the hill before me, my heart almost gave out.
“Come on…you can DO IT!” Chaundel coaxed
“N….*huff*….noooo just let me *huff* walk it up…”
“No way silly, we’re doing this!”
I have literally never felt so exhausted, my legs have never burned so much, i have never been so out of breath. This brings to light two facts 1) i have never actually used my body like this beyond kayaking, and that’s sad. 2) this is a perfect foil for our walk as Christians.
Every fiber of my body was ready to give up (or out…) and had i been alone, i would have given up, but i had someone beside me. That person pushed me to go harder and farther than i ever would have on my own. Jesus wasn’t kidding when He told us we needed partners. I ditched Chaundel that day, but she didn’t ditch me. She didn’t give up on me, and her expectations were (eons) higher than mine. Ladies and gentlemen: we need other Christians, and this may be fundamentally against our egos but we also need help. Even when we don’t think we do, that other person is smoothing out our rough edges and making us better.
On that note i would like to add that my legs hurt sooo bad i think i’m going to have to drag myself around the house until this afternoon. Props to C-monster and Ryan for putting up with my protests, and to Chaundel for not hugging me and making me smell like man.
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