I’ve been trying to ride more to see how my body holds up. It’s been good. I got in 160 miles last week in 5 days. My last three rides (Friday of last week and Monday and Tuesday of this week) were 47, 41 and 39 miles respectively.
The legs are a bit lame, but I’m glad. I know some good stuff is happening.
I think my biggest concern is not physical injury from the mechanics of biking, but more from attacks by evil dogs. I hate encountering dogs on my trip. You never know what they’re going to do.
I’ve been chased by a few, and I usually can bike faster than they can run. If they get close, I yell out in my Scary Chris Quimby voice, and they usually submit and stop.
Yesterday, I had two dogs chase me and they were never able to get to me. Still ticks me off, though. PEOPLE SHOULD HAVE THEIR DOGS HOOKED IF THEY’RE OUTSIDE! If you love them, you’ll take better care of them.
One of these days, a car is going to come up over a hill and cream your pet.
Also, yesterday was the first day I didn’t write a blog. I didn’t have much to say about this trip and it was a good exercise to not try and push something out. I tend to be a little obsessive and it’s a worthy challenge for me to just relax and remind myself that it’s OK if I don’t blog every day.
I did, though, have the second of my closest friends speak critically of my plans. In fact, he stated that he thought I was completely out of my mind. The other friend just thought I was crazy.
I naturally care too much what people think of me. I need to get over that, and I have seen great developments in that regard lately. When I hear those criticisms, it hurts just a little, but it mostly just pumps me up. I feel like I have an opportunity to do something difficult with a lot of people watching and inspire those who might be not thinking big enough.
Plus, they might be right. I appreciate that I have friends who don’t just tell me what I want to hear. Such a friend is of low quality. As the Biblical proverb states, “faithful are the wounds of a friend”. I need these friends to pray for me and sometime to sit down with me and articulate any concerns before we get too deeply into the planning of this trip.
Criticism, if delivered in love, can be a great gift. It might hurt a little at first, but it’s a lot better than getting bitten by a dog.