I’ve found that transitions in life tend to be daunting. Whether it is getting married, getting unmarried, new job, addition of kids, sending kids off, going on an adventure, etc. While many of these transitions are joyous, they still cause me (and I’d imagine a lot of other people) some level of angst. Continue reading→
It’s been a week since we met in Seattle to commence our FCBA Seattle to Washington D.C. cross-country bike ride. Most of the 35 support staff and riders had never before met, and for many, this was their first FCBA Ride. Continue reading→
I’m sure there are as many motivations to participate in the Fuller Center Bike Adventure as there are riders who participate. For me, I’ve found the reasons I joined my first ride—the reasons I keep coming back— have changed the more I experience the work of the Fuller Center for Housing first hand.
I love listening to others tell stories. Sometimes those stories are about something fun or adventurous. Sometimes it may be a tale of accomplishment and– at my age – it is often the accomplishment of a child. If I classified all the stories I’ve told and heard, the category with the most stories is the one with stories that are about overcoming adversity. But there is another category that I particularly love; stories about Amazing Service. Things such as a time when someone came to our aid unexpectedly or maybe a call to customer service where the company went above and beyond to take care of us. And for the riders today we’ll be sharing about this day for many years to come because we experienced both on our ride from Duck River, Tennessee to Collinwood, Tennessee. We received amazing hospitality from two different churches and we rode on a day when almost all experienced riders would have just said, “Nope!”
I enjoyed entering Minnesota. I can tell my legs and lungs are strengthening. I was feeling so good I decided to take on the big guy, ” Olee “. Takes a bit of getting used to following the Mississippi while biking in Minnesota. Continue reading→
We have completed three weeks of our 10 week adventure. Once I got over the cozy creative sleeping arrangements and laundry duty, the fun finally began! Riding my bicycle everyday is so relaxing. Then, add the beautiful landscape and you have a perfect day!Continue reading→
Last Friday I woke up at 5:30 a.m. just like any other morning. As I was midway through my routine, I had a revelation: for the first time, in nearly two weeks, I wasn’t sore. My legs didn’t ache and my back wasn’t stiff. Then, I thought about all of the mileage I had ridden so far. We had biked nearly 700 miles through three states. It was the first time on this trip that I felt I had the strength and mental fortitude to finish the long haul to Portland, Maine.
I did not possess this confidence when I arrived in Astoria, Oregon. When I met the crew and saw my fellow riders I was very discouraged. I was told that my bike was too heavy and my tires were too big, and I wondered if I really had what it takes to ride more than 3,000 miles this summer. I reflected on all of the challenges, big and small, that I had given up on when things got hard. I carried this self-doubt along with me for 700 miles. My Friday morning revelation was more important than you might realize; it was the moment that I decided this would not be another dream I talk myself out of.
My newfound confidence was immediately challenged when I stepped outside with my bike. We had a 60+ mile trek ahead and it was pouring rain. It was as if God himself was pushing us away from Missoula, Montana. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating and it was only sprinkling, but any amount of rain for 60 miles of riding is too much rain.
Then, I gritted my teeth and buckled in. Four and a half hours later, with a lot of help from my new friends, I was able to roll up to the church in Missoula.
This isn’t easy, but with the support of Fuller Center’s awesome support crew and my fellow riders, I know I will be able to push through these next eight weeks.
P.S. will someone please mail Scott and Bob some of those breathe right anti-snoring strips...
Wednesday night at the Baptist church, we had a true potluck dinner furnished by our host church. Humm, hum good. Today has been a day of adventure, starting with breakfast burritos prepared by our team. When it was time to leave Bingen Baptist Church all of the drains were backed-up. After diligent work by many the problem was mastered.Continue reading→
Today after the ride, I took a hike behind the church and took a trail led through what seemed like a rainforest down to a bridge and gorgeous waterfalls. We enjoyed climbing around on the rocks below and marveling at the beauty of God’s creation. That something so different from the city could be hiding behind the church was mind blowing. This little side adventure reminded me of a conversation I once had with the trip leader Connor. What I pulled from the conversation is that there is challenge and growth and vulnerability all around us. Often the unexpected within the familiar holds the most meaningful adventures. Continue reading→
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