Did you ever wonder how a weather man keeps his job?  When I went to bed last night the temp was to drop down to 50 degrees and be 55 by 8:00.  When I woke up at 8:00, yeah I slept in, it was already 68 and sunny.  What a great day to ride the first 28 miles of the season.  With the temp rising rapidly I loaded the bike and headed down to my favorite spot to ride, the Oley Valley.  I started the ride at 70 degrees no wind, and crawled off the bike at 85 degrees. Next time let’s not wear black.

Around mile 15, I realized the mud is beginning to clear.  It may just be lack of oxygen, I was climbing a hill.  I begin to remember this isn’t a race, this is a ride, so I slowed down, when I did, the valley came alive with sound.  The sounds of birds, and tractors, but more than that, it reminded me that I have been so busy with the job of living that I haven’t taken time to enjoy the life God has surrounded me with.   

So, I ride, and the mud slowly washes away.  What a great day!