Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
Yesterday for the first time I rode directly from Worcester to Marlborough, with no train in between. This is the route I took. Total, I spent 1 hour, 37 minutes riding almost exactly 20 miles — not exactly speedy, with an average of about 13 miles an hour. But that includes the amazing number of times I had to stop to consult my maps, which I did at each and every turn, as well as a few other times when I just felt anxious. The route worked out great: Worcester sucked, as I expected, but once out of Worcester, it entered almost all flat/downhill rolling farmland and shady neighborhoods. I loved it. And I felt great when I saw the Welcome to Marlborough sign that told me I had nearly achieved my goal. When I got home I just about dropped from exhaustion, but I have unshackled myself from the tyranny of the train. Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! I feel so accomplished and successful… not to mention dog tired still.