I commute to work once a week by bicycle. I’m into my third or fourth week of this. I’ve hoped at different points that I could be one of those people who biked to work daily. But I’m not.
First of all, I hate to sweat. Even though my body likes to sweat. Since bicycling makes me sweat, I avoid it. Second, bicycling doubles and nearly triples my commute time. It’s not as long as taking the bus, but it’s much longer than driving. So, I do it when I have some thinking to do; when I’m mid-way into a sermon and need to turn over thoughts in my head. I do it when I don’t have anyone I’m planning to meet with so that I can change clothes after arriving and look like I should be in the back room of some tall, dark library where customers don’t come.
That said, I’m learning a few things about life and about growing in life–by life I include and always mean the spiritual life–and I want to jot them somewhere.
- Five minutes is the same with or without a watch. My friend and teacher Michael Bailey told me this once, and it came back to me when I started bicycling. He said whether you look at a watch or not, five minutes is five minutes. Sometimes I track how long it takes to get to the next mile marker. Usually it’s the same time whether or not I’m looking at a record of long I’m taking.
- The small hills torture my legs. By legs I’m talking about the long things that fall from my hips and meet with my feet. There are 2 or 3 big hills on the Lake Shore trail. I am currently ignoring them, taking the flatter routes. I’m building my confidence because it’s been two years since I’ve ridden consistently. But I’m noticing that there are small hills, and that they do me in. I pedal slower. I breathe harder. I suck shallow gasps. I hope to survive. I complain under my breath. I whisper curses to Daniel Burnham and other city planners. The small mounds are where I slow down because, usually, I don’t anticipate them the way I do big hills, the hills I can go around. Small hills come upon me, and to get through them I tell myself to, simply, keep pedaling.
- It’s best to keep pedaling. The other day on my way home I removed the need to arrive by a certain time. I don’t ordinarily pray actively while I ride. I’m too busy paying attention to my knees, to the creeking of my chain, that annoying call for a tune up. But I prayed that day before hopping on the thing, that God would be with me on my way home. When I got tired, I didn’t have to push myself. Instead, I slowed down. I told myself to keep going. That was it. No time limits. No expectations except that I keep pedaling. If I didn’t stop, no matter how slow I got, I would make it home.
- It’s always best to look where I’m going. My tendency is to look down at the ground, at the concrete trail under my wheel and right in front of me. But this lengthens the trip in my mind. It takes longer for me to get to work when I’m looking at the 3-4 feet in front of me and missing the skyline, the pier, the island, or the next town beyond me. I think it’s necessary to look at my legs sometimes, to talk to those things or scream at them even. But it’s better to look ahead, to see where I want to be, to see that busy corner that reveals the ballroom sign in the old bank building. It’s better to look down the path when I’m at 47th street and to note the black building we called the Arie Crown growing up or to see the boats lining up inside the harbor when I’m struggling through those straight paths as drivers inch by in front of the Buckingham Fountain.
- I should be going faster than the walkers. I don’t believe in comparing myself. In fact, I tell myself silly things to prevent making comparisons at the health club or on the bike path. I don’t always succeed. I have to tell myself that I should be moving faster than some people. I should pass by joggers and walkers no matter how tired I am because if I don’t, well, I’m a terrible excuse for a human being. I’m no scientist, but I’m sure some theory in physics explains why me on a bike should be moving much more rapidly than you on your feet. Comparing myself is generally a bad idea, but if you’re on your feet, I should coast by you quickly, maybe slowly, but coast by I should.