Balance is a key ingredient to life. And such is also the case with bicycle touring. Debbie and I are resting after an aggressive start to our bicycle tour of the Atlantic Coast. Somehow, the 54-year-old bodies do not adapt as well to diving back into an intense regimen of cycling. So, rest and recovery are needed. When touring by bicycle, one is limited to services within his or her immediate surroundings. So, an overnight venue with plenty of services within walking distance will maximize any break in the tour.
We, then, were blessed to find our current spot, north of Daytona Beach. After a long day of cycling, our fifth in a row, we were anticipating some recuperation and a day of rest, including Sunday church worship. Our route took us through thirty miles of very limited services. So when we arrived at the end of this desolate stretch and landed onto US Route One, we expected plenty of motels on this historic highway. What we found were more of the scant services we had grown to expect from the prior thirty miles.
A discussion with some convenience store employees and a few phone calls later, we booked a room eight more miles down the road, and somewhat off course. Those eight miles were not burdensome. We were blown away to discover, within walking distance from the motel, a church with a 10:00 Sunday service, a Dairy Queen next door, and several stores and restaurants across the street. We knew we had arrived at a good rest stop. We are determined to return to the road soon with a rejuvenated vigor. The cycling has been great thus far.
Coincidental with our break was some required work on our upcoming book, Two Are Better: Mid-Life Newlyweds Bicycle Coast to Coast. Our rest has allowed us to process more changes and forward a draft back to the editor. We find God’s provision and timing miraculous, comforting, and trustworthy, all at the same time.
I wanted to share another reflections on top of Debbie’s thoughts from yesterday. We saw two tropical birds–I’ll assume them to be herons–on Saturday. They were walking step-by-step together, in tandem, and at their own comfortable pace. It reminded us of togetherness, and the marriage relationship, where two individuals choose to walk through life together. It reflects some themes in our upcoming book.
We watched these herons walk together across two lawns, and then venture ever so slowly into the roadway. They went at their own pace, to the detriment of an oncoming motorist, who was forced to slow down and risk being rearended by a less attentive motorist behind him. Yet, the carefree, or perhaps careless, birds continued their calculated walk across the road undeterred, until they stepped into the obscurity of some brush. They weren’t about to allow the world around them to dictate their pace.
Are you harried by the pace of life around you? We can relate. It is a challenge to slow the pace, but often it is necessary in order to walk with purpose.