It was time to ride. Cool temps, light breezes, and a cloudy sky; the road called out, a gentle yet persistent calling to let K13 enjoy itself. The final straw was a new-to-us food place on the beach. Ninety minutes of riding and a casual hang out in a quiet marina. Road trip!
Post the trip, I knew sleep would come easily. The ride included several rounds of buffeting winds. At 85 mph (speed limit for large stretches of the road), it felt as if nature was randomly slapping different sides of my head. The shifting winds combined with dirty air stirred up by traffic created wave after wave of invisible baseball bats.
I realize my description makes little to no sense to most readers. Unless one rides, it is difficult to appreciate the realities of the ride. As severe as yesterday was, memories suggest there have been worse. It is also useful to recognize that anyone with their body exposed at speed on E611 yesterday would have experienced something similar.
For someone who feels battered, I would offer the following.
When buffeting hits, the magnitude and challenge is uniquely personal. Just because I was able to deal with it does not mean everyone can achieve the same. Equally, if I fail, it simply means I was overwhelmed. I may have given it my all with the same result. This failure is a reality; however, it does not have to be a negative.
In sharing my trials while listening to another make the statement that “their plowmen plowed long furrows up and down my back,” (Psalm 129.3), I know we share the story. I was to understand what helped me to endure and possibly come out stronger on the other wise. It is never about who had it worse, it is always about sharing the lessons and growing together.
On my best days, I can share the load. Lessons from what worked for me and how I might help are part of walking together.
In storms and in quiet times, we are in life with others.
