Word Wednesday: Bonking
I love to ride my bike. For a while, this was a pretty intense endeavor. I completed a charity ride that covered 100 miles in 3 days. I know that one stage in a major tour may cover this in one day, but no one is paying me to wear their name on a shirt while I’m riding.
I love cycling and most everything about it. There is, however, one thing that no cyclist enjoys, yet almost everyone has done – BONKING! Runners call this hitting the wall. It’s painful and embarrassing; it takes a while to recover from, too.
When you bonk you just stop in your tracks and try to keep from collapsing. This is a frightening experience when you are on a hill and your shoes are actually clipped to the pedals. Images of cuts and scrapes and bruises flash through your mind. That’s without the added terrors of traffic or spectators.
How is bonking prevented? Adequate fuel. It’s really quite simple. You need to eat and drink enough for your body to keep going.
I bonked in a kickboxing class on Monday. It wasn’t a total collapse and I was able to keep moving, but I knew I hadn’t fed myself properly.
I’ve been bonking everyday spiritually, though. I am not feeding myself what it takes to endure the trials or the routine of my daily life. In the grand scheme of this fallen world, my trials are not that extreme, yet I am collapsing and nearly paralyzed before the end. But where to find the fuel?
Before beginning His earthly ministry, Jesus spent forty days fasting in the wilderness. He was physically hungry. When the testing came there was no whining about needing coffee or lack of sleep. His response to every dagger thrown at him was the Word. He even begins by saying that we don’t live on bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God. (Matthew 4:4).
I’m heading into battle each day. Let alone the fact that I am going in unarmed, I haven’t even been eating. No wonder I’m hitting the wall with every little thing that comes my way.
As encouraging as many books and blogs and music may be, they are the Cheetos and Nutella of spiritual food (I know that’s a little hyperbolic, but you get my point). I need to be feasting on the richness and goodness that has been so generously and conveniently provided for me. I need to run and finish this race. No time for bonking.
Do you find that you are bonking on a regular basis like me? What’s does your “meal plan” look like?