Keep Pedalling: Bigger Picture Moment

"When I walk in the spot, yeah this is what I see, ok
Everybody stops and staring at me
I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it
I'm sexy and I know it ... "

Waking up at 5:30 a.m. to LMFAO is slightly annoying especially on a SATURDAY, but I get up and get moving anyway. It's training season and I have to stay on track.

I head to the bathroom, to squeeze my body into bike shorts and a tank top. Lace up my shoes, grab a banana and water, and head for the car.

Driving in the dark to the gym makes me feel like I'm out late at night, but the pinks and purples of the sunrise can be seen in the distance. I know for certain it is morning.

The radio is cranked, playing some crazy upbeat music to get me in a gym sort of mood.

At the gym I sign in and get my bike ready, adjusting the proper placement of the seat and handlebars. Grabbing some sweat towels {which I always need} I hop on and start pedalling. Class doesn't start for a half hour, but the bikes are already spinning. Die hard bikers and triathletes training just like me. I giggle to myself as I've never seen so many men wearing spandex since the 80's.

It's 7:30 and she's here. Our instructor or as I like to call her "devil woman". She's 5' 4" and weighs maybe 100 pounds and has CRAZY curly dark hair that she pulls back with a Rambo-type bandanna.

"Let's get started," she yells. And then cranks the music.

LMFAO AGAIN!!! Seriously, will that song never die.

I pedal. I sweat. I pedal. I sweat. I drink some water. I pedal.

It's only 20 minutes into the hour class and it's hot. So hot the mirrors are steamed over. My breath is labored and my chest stretches with each inhale. My legs are like jello.

But I keep pedalling. Stopping is not an option.

"You're at the halfway point now keep it up," she yells. {She always yells}

I stand up and pedal harder and faster. Imagining myself biking during my triathlon. Sweat drips of my face and pools on the floor. I think of stopping of just saying "eh, I did 45 minutes I'm good." Then she says it. The words that draw me back from the abyss EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

"This is NOT the hardest part of your day."

My heart skips a beat and my mind goes into overdrive.

She's right. As much as my legs hurt and my chest hurts and I just want to stop spinning. This is not hard. This is one hour of my life. One hour of sweat and tears. THIS is the EASY part of my day, because in only fifteen more minutes it will end.

But my day will continue and there will be harder parts than spinning and sweating.

There will be kids who are crying or upset.

There will be husbands who need to work.

There will be laundry and dishes.

There will tears and anger.

And it will be hard, but we will pedal through. With sweat on our brow and determination our hearts.

Every Thursday we share the harvest of intentional living by capturing a glimpse of the bigger picture through a simple moment.

 

This week, we're sharing life over at my sweet friend's blog Undercover Mother!