“I’m so sore I can hardly stand it.”
Have you ever used that phrase or one like it? “I’m so stuffed I can’t eat another bite.” Unless, of course, there is ice cream anywhere in the vicinity. 🙂 “I’m so tired I can sleep for days.” You’re going to give old Rip Van Winkle a run for his money.
The beginning statement does apply to me. After not being allowed to ride my bike for at least 3 weeks due to hand surgery, I was able to get out yesterday for a 10 mile ride. I had planned for 12-13 but cut it short due to it being the first time out, plus I got a text about a crisis at home. So I hurriedly finished my ride and instead of a cool down where I use a roller to relax my muscles and to get out lactic acid, I rushed home. Bad move. I didn’t eat right away. Double bad move. One thigh cramp last night told me it could be a long night. So I spent a good 15 minutes with some CBD balm and a massage gun. And surprisingly, I slept. But, oh this morning! I think every muscle involved in cycling hurts. Legs, arms, shoulders, neck, hands. 10 miles turned out to be just enough. I hate to even think about how it would be if I had gone for more.
But this brought to mind where I have failed to exercise my faith. Prayer? I’m in a hurry. Read the Word? Mind is elsewhere. The closeness of God? Distant. Journal? I have stuff to do! Then God gets my attention and WHAM! Then I have to take it step-by-step getting back. An ache here. Repentance there. A tight muscle here.
Take a moment, please, and read Psalm 25:4-7. (I could print it here but it will benefit you more to open your Bible and check it out). It was part of my morning reading. In fact, read all of chapter 25-slowly, prayerfully, and listening to what the Father has to say.

