


Today we went to a park that overlooks Tegucigalpa, Honduras. Simply incredible.






Thursday was GREAT! I am an extremely proud member of this group. Blogs and pictures don't capture everything that has happened but we will try.



Editorial note: Blogger was down for some time last week, so please excuse the delay in this posting.
By: Meredith Steffen
At the beginning of the week we spilt into three groups based on miles per hour; group A, B, and C.
The first day I decided to try group B and it went pretty well so the second day I went with the same group. On Wednesday, the third day of the ride, there was some slight reorganizing of the groups. Group B wanted to increase their speed by a few miles per hour and when I heard this I was hesitant to continue on with that group.
I really wasn’t sure where to go so I just started on my own and eventually found a small group that was just my speed. Along the way we pushed one another to continue on and we never allowed too much distance to come between each other. Wednesday felt great and by the end of the ride the majority of my nerves had settled.
Thursday morning I woke up feeling confident and with news of a somewhat shorter ride I had no doubt that I would have another great day. I was wrong. The first ten miles were tough. I started in a larger group and immediately fell behind.
There was one man in that large group who was in the same group with me the day before and when he saw me slowing down he stuck with me and told me to keep at my own pace.
Each morning we have a devotional before the ride and this morning’s devotional was about how people need community to finish well. At the time I had no idea how true this would prove to be. Cycling is applicable to life; we all need community.











