“How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, “since I am a virgin?”
The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God. Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be barren is in her sixth month. For nothing is impossible with God.”
On Monday I passed 900 miles bicycling to and from work. Back at 600 miles, I remember thinking about reaching 1,000 miles and how many trips (1,666 trips, assuming exactly 6 miles each trip, although I ride about 7.5 or 8 in the morning and 6.5 or 7 in the evening). Now I have about 12 more rides between me and that magical 1,000. I won’t get there before Christmas, but I’ll be awfully close. I can only pray for the snow to hold off another month, or that my resolve remains strong enough to carry me through heavy snowfall.
Speaking of heavy snowfalls, we are enjoying sunny 50° weather here, although the roads remain wet from something. Wet roads mean road dirt and sand splattering all over me and my bike. When I finish riding, I wipe my hand across my face and it comes away all sandy; I spend the morning spitting out sand and shuddering at the thought of anything on the road getting into my mouth.
Sand has coated the entire underside of my bicycle, gumming up the gears and actually causing my bike to squeak when I turn the handlebars. The Teflon spray, however, has completely eliminated all gear- and chain-related squeaking and allowed me to get up into 3rd gear again. Now I just need to figure out how to get the sand out of everything.