I looked at the date of my last post: June 8th. "Oooh, I'm a BAD blogger! How can I let down my imaginary legions of fans and followers! Whatever shall I do?" Then, approximately 1.7 seconds later, I thought, "Why am I condemning myself? The past is gone. Move on." After that I realized that my quiet time has historically been much the same. I would do well for a while (longer than I did well on the blog, for all of you keeping score), then totally lapse. I am now doing better with my quiet time, but only because I have someone holding me accountable.
I guess that means I need to recruit some followers. Get some accountability. Hmmm.....
On to mountain biking!
Right now, I am borrowing my dad's bike. That's right. He's 75. He's got an awesome mountain bike. He uses it. And I don't mean for picking up something at the store. No, he uses it for mountain biking. So, that's pretty awesome. Well, the bike is pretty great, too. It's full suspension, and weighs under 23 lb., with pedals. And he let me borrow it. As a kid, we all want keys to the car. Now, I want to ride my dad's bike.
Off I went riding this bike. I climbed a local fire road, and went way faster than I had on my normal steed, which is a 32 lb 5.5" travel All-Mountain beast. Note: I am not an all-mountain beast, but riding that bike is cushy and leaves me as fresh as the morning dew. Not fresh morning doo. That would be gross.
Anyway, the lighter load made it so much easier to climb. Even hike-a-bike became pick-up-the-bike-and-trot.
If you are familiar with the story of Pilgrim's Progress, you know the primary quest-y thing is a man named Christian has a tremendous burden that he is trying to get rid of. Just as riding becomes easier as I shed pounds from the total load (I have a few spares I carry when I walk), my spiritual life gets easier as I shed things. A couple nights ago, I went through my Device and deleted a bunch of unnecessary albeit mildly entertaining apps. I'm trying to reduce time loads, weight loads, distraction loads, so I can enjoy all those things that matter in the long run. The sad but funny thing is, I've caught myself being irritated when I get interrupted by something important when I'm doing something meaningless. I'm sure I'm the only person who has that problem.
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