We've been going to the same church since April and really enjoying it. The pastor is right up our alley, as he's kind of a study nerd. His sermons are expository, and he puts a lot of study into each one. It reminds me of my college days of really studying the Scripture closely.
There are a lot of young couples at the church who are social and very active--like marathoners and triathaloners and hard-core mountain bikers. I'm going to consider myself cool by association. Yesterday we went hiking to Catamount Reservoir with a couple from the church who just finished doing 50 of the 14ers. They say they're not hard core, but you can't do 50 14ers without being hard core. Here's our pic.In the spirit of being hard core, I've been biking to work. Just one day a week so far...so I guess I'm soft core. It's a beautiful 50 minute ride on trail the whole way--no roads! I take the Santa Fe trail through forests and meadows and by streams. It's ridiculously beautiful. I'm going to try to bike it 2-3 times this week.
Today, Mike and I biked from Woodmen to the Templeton Gap trail and across to Palmer Park. At the end of the ride, we had a delicious Froot smoothie. But then on the way back, Mike got a serious flat tire that couldn't be fixed with my little hand pump. So I, like the daring and brave hero, biked as hard as I could all the way across town to get the car and pick him up. The whole way I was praying, God please let me find Mike OK and don't let it downpour on us. As soon as I heard the first thunder, I got to our car. And, like the hero, boldly drove across town to find Mike. I found him, and the second we got in the car, the hugest downpour and hail storm started. I was very thankful.
Mike is taking a bit of a rest from home work right now, as he's physically tired out, and I'm mentally tired out. He's working on editing a sermon series on marriage into a book for our church. I've been working on an article for RELEVANT magazine on gender inequality and female infanticide. But now my assignment is done, and I'm going to take a mental break for awhile.
My 31st birthday is coming up, which seems a bit anticlimactic. 30 was exciting. But 31? What are we trying to say with 31? I'll have to come up with some awesome significance for it. We also are having our 6th wedding anniversary soon, which is also not as exciting as 5. But these two anticlimactic dates seem appropriate as we slip into our new adult life here in the Springs.