This past weekend sure was a hot one!
We got a few rides in, which was nice.
Most of the roads we ride on are nice curvy country roads. The occasional dips offer a nice refreshing surprise of cool air. Same with the roads lined with trees.
But for the most part, even with the high nineties that we had, the rides were pleasant and I didn't find myself overheating.
That was of course, until we rode down 42 on Sunday and hit some traffic lights.
There, stopped on the hot pavement with some cage in front of me pumping an extra dose of exhaust, I could feel the sweat beading up on my neck and the lights seemed to last forever.
After the third of forth one, I was starting to get a little annoyed at this! Why do we have to hit all these red lights? Why can't I just have green lights all the time?
But you know, something dawned on me about stopping at a traffic light. Getting a red light means that it's someone else's turn to have a green one. I'm being stopped so that someone else can go.
It's giving others a fair turn.
Once that dawned on me, I realized how selfish, and rather childish, my disdain for red lights really is.
After all, this life is not all about me.
"Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind. Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others." Phil 2:1-4 (NIV, emphasis added)
