We needed to break up the days that can get you stuck in a place where there is no adventure, no intrigue. We needed to scrub clean all the days between the not doing and the doing. We needed, once again, to find a mountain that made us nervous. — “Friends in High Places,” Bicycling magazine, June 2011
While the context of this particular quote is a group of cycling friends traveling to California to climb Mount Baldy (Stage 7 of this year’s Tour of California), it could just as accurately express my own thoughts on many a day.
I know, I know… I’m the guy who lives in Africa, swims in Lake Victoria, runs alongside baboons on beautiful mountain trails, and fords rivers in his 4WD truck in order to kill lions with his bare hands.
“You’ve got absolutely no right to complain about boredom! You don’t work like a caged hamster, spinning the same wheel every day for the reward of a few drops of water and fresh wood chips on your newspaper lining.”
So maybe I should keep my mouth shut. But I, like everyone,* long for my days to be worth something. I want to be part of a larger event, an actor in a bigger story, a player in the championship game. I fancy adventure, and I covet every new challenge.
We needed, once again, to find a mountain that made us nervous.
And then — in those moments that are all too rare — I remember… God is my mountain.
May God be your mountain.