What were we thinking, Lord???
A gravel path. Full of mud holes. Bumpy and squishy.
An isolated path… next to the C & O Canal. Sun-speckled trees. The mighty Potomac River with dangerous currents. Eighty-foot dropoffs, straight down.
Sore butts. Sore thighs. Sore shoulders. Sore backs. Sore feet.
And no wonder! How else would our very first 35-mile bike ride feel???
It quickly became evident we had two priorities: Butts and Beverages.
How much padding does a 65-year-old butt need on a 35-mile ride?
MORE THAN WE HAD! 🙂
“Hear, Lord, and be merciful to me, Lord, be my help.” (Psalm 30:10)
How much water does a 75-year-old “sweat machine” need to rehydrate on a six-hour ride?
MORE THAN WE HAD! 🙂
“With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation.” (Isaiah 12:3)
Oh, Lord… What an AWESOME ADVENTURE!!!
No “butts” about it!
🙂 🙂 🙂
Deliciously exhausted,
Abba’s Gitl