26 miles will hurt you.

26 miles will leave you with blisters on your butt.

26 miles will make your legs cramp up until you can’t even walk.

After 26 miles you will have bugs and gnats stuck to any exposed, sweaty skin.

I haven’t been on my bike (mountain bike) since June. I decided to take it out yesterday afternoon and for some insane reason I ended up biking 26 miles.

There’s this bike path that runs from Johnstown through Alexandria and Granville to Newark. I have never ridden to Newark before and I was feeling so good on the way out there. I even made it in under an hour.

The way back was a different story. Over 3 hours later, I finally got back into my car, pulled into the nearest gas station, stumbled in and downed 2 32 oz. bottles of gatorade.

But in the end it reminded how our life with God is like a good bike ride….

That’s crap. I’m just messin’ around.

Don’t you hate it when people have to turn everything into a freakin’ metaphor. Gosh! (Now go back and read this line in your best Napoleon Dynamite voice).

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