Bike hard...

i love riding in the mornings... it tends to be a bit cold, but there's nothing like beating the crap out of yourself before you even get in the shower. only, this morning i noticed something about the way i ride: i seem to bike as if there is always one more lap left. even if i happen to be on actuall last lap, i still ride as if i am conserving energy for more.

i mean yeah, i'm tired when i get home, but it still seems as if i am not giving my all at any part of the ride.




i pace myself for a finish line i'll never reach...




when i did finally get home this morning from my journey, i began to think about how fast i am biking race of life. am i living everyday like it's my last? am i pacing myself for a finish line that will never come? am i holding back because i think i might need energy for the many mile sojourn home?



'like a thief in the night,' is the way Jesus describes his return. besides the religious, theological, philosophical and spiritual implications, i think it also skillfully describes the way life in the mundane functions: the unforeseen is always a possibilty if not an inevitability.










you never know what's going to happen, so don't ride like you do.