Most of you probably don’t know anything about having to carry some extra weight around with you, but I do. I’m not referring to the burden of a heavy coat or anything like it; no, there’s a few extra pounds on the pastor’s frame that needs to disappear.
I can remember being in the best shape of my life just before retiring from the Air Force many years ago. Our commanding officer had us running three times a week, playing racquetball every day, and basketball quite often, too. Whew! I actually won a racquetball tournament in the rookie division – that just wouldn’t work now, though.
One of our very good friends bought my wife a bicycle for her birthday. On the day I had to go pick it up from the store, my wife suggested it was time for me to get one, too, so we could ride together. Well, being up for an adventure, I looked around and found a bike to my liking. It wasn’t long, and both bicycles were at home and ready for our first ride.
I walk fast. My wife and grandchildren have a hard time keeping up with me, so I have to force myself to slow down. It wasn’t long before I was getting up early in the morning in order to ride my bike, that way I could really push myself. The more I ride, the better I feel, and the pounds will eventually begin to disappear.
After a couple of weeks putting around the local neighborhood, it was time to venture out a little further. Mac’s Steak House (McDonald’s), is about 3 miles from the parsonage, and I’ve started riding there, stopping for a cup of coffee, then riding back. There are some pretty nice hills in the little town we live in, so the round trip is a good workout. I can imagine what some people think when they see a gray-haired stumpy man riding a mountain bike through town, breathing hard and trying not to act like he’s tired at all.
Does anyone want to ride along with me?