I rode into work this morning, with a purpose. I don't mean getting to work, which was something I planned on doing. I mean, I was trying to break 40 minutes. I've done this before. However, since it happened, I (a) broke my pelvis, and after recovering, I (b) gave a double-unit of blood. I am now getting back up to speed, and, even with a pretty hard week of riding under my metaphoric belt (who wears a belt when they ride?), I figured I had a shot.
I left the house. Big ring immediately. Got up to speed, and started going. Back off a bit, then worked it going up the hill. As I arrived at the summit of the climb, I eased off, because I knew that I needed to save some for later. I can't go all out the whole time; if I try, I'll blow the engine.
Which brings me to my lesson. I need to have times of rest. That rest is optimum if it is a capital "R" Rest. That is, I need to take time away from the world, and glowing rectangles, and the noise, and sit quietly in His presence. Otherwise, I'll blow my engine.
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