Ultra-Elite Athlete

We experimented with a computer program supposed to customize a physical fitness program for a person. It calculated my resting heart rate at 48 beats per minute and concluded that unless there was a mistake or I was on medication, I am an "ultra-elite athlete." That's what I like to hear. I should reach my target age of 120 no problem. I started bicycling to work six years ago motivated by something like misery, hatred and guilt. Even after Jesus stepped in, I would still scream at people who honked at me, invite motorists to stop and fight, and try to chase cars down occasionally. Now, after five years of learning under His yoke, my outbursts have become a non-occurrence. Granted, I've found a more remote route to travel, but avoidance of temptation is far more essential to godliness than feigning some pious disinterest in worldly pleasures or carnal passions. My motives for commuting by bicycle are different now, in fact my motive is mostly singular: Joy. God's having set my heart at peace actually enables me to enjoy life, because I no longer have something to prove. All the other incentives, though profound, such as ecological responsibility, economic necessity, or achieving ultra-elite athleticism, are subsequent, even merely collateral, to the exuberance of abundant life in Jesus.