I make the mistake -- once -- of riding my bike to get a massage. Getting there was fine. Riding home was another story. Somehow I couldn't get my muscles to work as hard as usual. I guess they were saying, "What's the hurry? I'm relaxing."
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The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love. - Psalm 103:8
I am a cyclist. I am not the fastest or the fittest. But I will get to where I'm going with a smile on my face.