My knees are shaking now...

Well I had a free day today so I suppose I will update everyone while I have a moment...

So riding with all my junk on my bike up hills is way hard...maybe harder than i anticipated, especially up San Diego hills. I struggled....but on a positive note...I didn't die.

I thought I might for a moment.

But I didn't.

Thus the blog.

Anyways...yesterday was a good ride. It was a short 43 miles I believe.

On the coast.

Straight from Dana point to Long Beach

Lots of flatland...super beautiful

Beautiful sunny California. I'm loving it.

There was this one stretch of road that went straight through the beach,

White sand on both sides. Lots of different people and umbrellas and palm trees

Just like in the movies, but for real and better.

I cant really describe it.

But then.

Duh Duh Duh...

My crew met these three guys at Longbeach...they looked like hippis for a moment.

But they were really two teachers and an adventurous kid who had just been riding there bikes through the monstorous cali hills for a week, sleeping in ditches and golf courses and such.

So they kinda looked like bums...but they weren't...they were just normal people like me and you who wanted to go see God's beauty for a while, upclose and personal, and they weren't afraid of the sacrifices they would have to make, because the beauty they saw and the lessons they learned and the people they met along the way and the stories they heard surpassed the pain they endured a million times over.

Anyways...before I get too off track here.

We met them and they were awesome and they told us there stories and we told them ours and then they told us that our trek for the next week to san fransisco was going to be waaaay worse than out trek oput of san diego. I think the exact words they used were "brutal"

And these were grown men.

And I'm just a little girl.

And they looked really tired and a little roughed up.

MAN...I'm gonna be honest here with you guys...I'm kinda scared.

I knew this was gonna be hard and stretching it from the beginning, but now that I'm getting a little glimpse of the pain I must endure for over a month...sigh

And my knees are shaking...and my butt already hurts pretty darn bad.

We need prayer...lots of it.

And O the poor southern team.

Pray for them as well...they have already begun the rough part of there trip.

They have been riding through the deserts in over 100 degree weather.

I saw a pic of a few of the girls...they looked like they were in the process of being cooked alive.

O ladies...and gentlemen know we will be praying for you all.

We can do this!

But I'm still scared.

I know that this is where I am supposed to be though and what I am supposed to be doing.

I know that my whole team is here for a reason. It's not coincidence at all

My team is amazing...I love them so.

Everyone is so different;

But we all function so well together

Not only because we have united for this great cause,

But because we are all discovering something within ourselves...the deepest parts of ourselves,

Where are physical and emotional and spiritual beings are being pushed beyond their limits.

Where we are forced to rely on eachother for our strength.

And God is our head.

And we are the body

And we are all figuring out where we fit in that.

And we are sharing that with everyone around us

and a million miles away.

O man...this is gonna be so good.

I can't wait to see what happens next.

I'll hit you all up and let you know.

Peace.