the G sides

We’ve got an offer on our house, we made one on a house here. Both are accepted and signed. Scheduled the movers.

Now the slow, painful wait to closing day – Nov 17th for the house on Old Spanish Trail.

On top of all of that trying to build a youth team.

The danger in all the activity is my soul.

So this afternoon I pulled out the bike for a ride to the top of the ridge. I got to the top – lungs were on fire. Altitude is around 5900 feet – higher than Denver. Looked up and saw snow capped Pikes Peak, scanned over to my right to see Mt. Evans, and Longs Peak – 14ers with snow, all on the front range. 6 mule deer were in the field off to my left. Zipped down the hill for 5 miles at around 25 miles an hour. Turned around and started the hill right back up.

About 1/4 of the way up I reach for my water bottle…uh-oh. No water bottle. I knew I was going to be toast. I called Amy to come get me. I had a meeting tonight and knew that if I didn’t hydrate I’d be a goner. Then the whispering started – work the mountain, don’t get in a hurry. Pace, balance, keep looking up.

I made it 80% up the hill before Amy got there. I was amped.

Why was this significant? I think it was the Spirit giving me directions about things other than mountain biking. Work the hill, don’t get in a hurry, pace it, balance, keep looking up.