Today's ride was a spectacular one, under glorious sunshine. When I began, at 1:00, it was 52°, and when I finished it was 54°. I wanted to take full advantage of the weather, and hoped to ride consecutive round trips to Marsh Park. But as I rode, I found myself eager to get home and begin to work out a new praise song that had begun germinating in my head during worship this morning. So, in the end, I gave in to that urge, and settled for a single round trip, completing the 10 miles in 1 hour and 4 minutes.
Also, in the warmth, the mountains of snow from the 8+ inches we got earlier in the week were disappearing rapidly, leaving portions of the ride quite wet. Even though I was nowhere unable to negotiate it, I returned home with my pants, coat, glasses, and the gloves I had fortunately thought to wear, quite soaked and muddy. It reminded me of a quotation from a letter by my favorite author, C.S. Lewis:
“I know all about the despair of overcoming chronic temptations. It is not serious, provided self-offended petulance, annoyance at breaking records, impatience etc. don't get the upper hand. No amount of falls will really undo us if we keep on picking ourselves up each time. We shall of course be very muddy and tattered children by the time we reach home. But the bathrooms are all ready, the towels put out, and the clean clothes in the airing cupboard. The only fatal think is to lose one’s temper and give it up. It is when we notice the dirt that God is most present in us; it is the very sign of His presence.”
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