It’s just a job…

“It’s just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.” Muhammad Ali.

What would my quote be?

“It’s just a job. Bones can break, fog may roll over the coast, wind changes.  I ride a bike”.

Who knows.  I guess it is my job.  And, I am back at it.  Uniform on, it’s game time.

I am clocking in, and clocking out.  I have to admit that some days I do feel like it is a job, even though I was waiting, and waiting to get on my bike!  This may be hard to believe.  How can riding a bike feel like work?  Who cares about a little pain in the legs and burning in the lungs, can it really be considered a job?  I wish it were that simple.  Currently, I am just riding.  Just riding.  No intervals.  No purpose, just reacquainting my body with its former job.  Hello, legs.  You turn these pedals.  Try to make them circles, but if not, at least squares.  Sit here, ride there, breathe like this.

Lately…some days it hurts, and some days it is monotonous, and other days, it is simply breathtaking.  I love my job, and I am happy to be back.  Slowly, but surely, I am increasing the hours on the bike, increasing the mileage, and increasing my strength.  I remember what I was made to do.  I remember what my goals are.  I remember my purpose.  I was made to ride a bike, and ride a bike I will.  I won’t ride my bike only because it is my job, or only because I have nothing better to do, I will ride my bike because I love to, and because people believe in me.  I will clock in again tomorrow.  Don’t worry.  I am never late.

It isn’t just a job.  It is my job.

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