However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the gospel of God’s grace. Acts 20:24 (NIV)
I’m still biking. Other than one weekend when I was sick, I have been at least half way around the island every day since the New Year. That’s 29 times! I am more than half way to my goal of 50 trips or 200 miles by my next doctor’s appointment at the end of this month. The best news is that I have lost at least five pounds, maybe a tad more since I weighed last week! And I did it without starving myself. Whoo hoo! It hasn’t been as hard as I thought it would, but it hasn’t been that easy either. I’ve ridden in the cold, in the rain, in the wind and in the dark. I rode when I didn’t want to go and when it would have been so much easier to stay at home. One morning, when I rode before work because I knew that my evening would be too busy, I got soaked when a thunderstorm rolled through unexpectedly. One night, when I couldn’t get started until after 8:00, I was spooked by the darkness and started seeing creepy shadows around every turn. Those were the two times that I only went halfway around. Still, I persist. Now, the only thing that really stands in my way to making bike riding a habit is my husband who saw my success and decided he would start going with me. Instead of leaving as soon as I get home, I hang out waiting for him to join me. I get involved in other things. Before I know it the sun is on its way down and I still haven’t gotten on the bike. He also makes me work harder than I want to. While I go at a pretty fast clip on my own, he flies around the island on his multi speed racing bike. My plain old fashioned bike with coaster brakes just can’t keep up as I huff and puff about half a block behind him getting madder by the minute. If he wants to ride with me, he should ride with me and not ahead of me showing off and being so arrogant. Just the image of his back disappearing out of sight makes me angry. He makes it look so easy. Before I know it resentment builds, and I struggle not only to complete my ride around the island but to keep my cool and enjoy the process. It is a bad thing to compare myself to others. Not just when I am riding my bike, but throughout my life. God has laid out a path just for me that is His will for me. It does me no good to compare my pace with that of others. Looking at how easily they succeed gives me a faulty perspective and distracts me from obedience. It is enough that I ride and don’t give up. No one said I have to be fast. Like the turtle, slow and steady wins this race.