I took off yesterday on my bike in the heart of the heat. With temps heading toward 104 again, people kept telling me I'm crazy. On my way out to try to do 80 miles on the Ironman course, I passed an old friend of mine.
She's dying. But her head-shaven, chemo-ravaged body was out walking with her husband. Yes, it was hot. But it was also beautiful outside. The birds were loud. Butterflies bombarded me all day on my ride. Flowers flourished. She had a big smile on her face, out there with weak legs, soaking in the beautiful day we've been blessed with.
I passed scores of people out running with smiles as well. I saw hundreds of people out training on the Ironman course and had some great conversations with some of them. Not once did anyone mutter anything about the heat. And most of these people had been riding longer than the four hours I put in.
When I got back home, I called my family to talk about what a wonderful day I had. My mom and dad never left the house. Too hot, they said. My sister never left the house. Too hot, she said, so she watched TV all day in the AC. What a waste of a day.
What if they were on the clock, battling a disease that may take them any day? Would they get out and devour the day God has granted us? The truth is, we're all on the clock. And many of us are wasting time, whining about the weather.
It's a beautiful world out there. Make an excuse to enjoy it, instead of making an excuse to hide from it.