by Falynn Schmidt
This post was written by Israel Rider, Falynn Schmidt, during the 2012 Israel Ride. To see the original post on Falynn’s blog, please follow this link: http://baynim.blogspot.co.il/2012/11/dayenu.html
There is a particular majesty in cresting a hill and taking in the landscape: the great expanse of the Negev Desert or the sparkle of the Kinneret (Sea of Galilee), the Jordan River or the heights of the Golan. There is a sense of awe when your legs work in concert with all the other parts to keep you balanced physically and mentally with the proper levels of salt and water to propel you up and brace you on the way down. There is a mind-clearing meditation that riding 60 miles a day brings to your brain. And there is a sense of great gratitude that comes with setting a lofty goal and working four months to achieve it.
I am not a thrill seeker in any way. I get no adrenaline rush from going fast or doing dangerous things. My kind of adventure includes exploring new places and meeting new people. And yet, I have chosen for sport to expend much lactic acid and sweat climbing hills and then speeding down them at 35 miles/hour on wheels that are no more than one inch wide wearing no more than a helmet and sunscreen for protection.
|A rest stop in the Golan Heights|
|Turning right in the Negev|
|A strong finish in the Red Sea|