I rolled past an interesting mileage marker today. I have spent enough time on a bicycle to have ridden around this amazing little blue planet, and all these miles have been covered in little loops that didn't actually take me anywhere at all. How odd an activity to enjoy now that I think of it like that.
I hadn't had this as a goal or anything, and I personally know people who cover this kind of distance in a matter of a couple of years vs the 10 it took me, so I know it's really not a big deal, but yet I'm spending some time blabbering about it anyway.
It's my blog, pfft...
Back to the point. Yes, I know I tend to wander into a stream of consciousness type of writing instead of efficiently getting to the point of the post.
I noticed the number coming up in my workout Excel log that I built to track my mileage over the years. I'm a geek...I know it, but recording this sort of thing for years on end seems interesting to me, and it certainly has recorded how much I have ridden and how my weight has actually not gone down during the process... Heh heh... Perhaps sitting on my duff for a year because I can't stay upright on snow skis without creating a second joint in one leg had something to do with my current physical shape!
There I go once more...back to the point...again... *sigh*
I had only 11 miles to ride to reach 24,901 miles since I had started riding bikes regularly. (The circumference of the planet at the equator, since the Earth is fattest there)
I had planned a magnificent Timewaster Studio video production to mark the moment. Replete with panning shots of beautiful vistas at dawn, sun glinting through green spring leaves as I climbed the local hills, rocks and trees flashing by as I pedaled along the trails...you know cool kind of images that would be fitting to record such a random mileage moment.
Instead, Mother Nature gave me a 50 degree day, overcast with a 30% chance of rain. Which proved, much to my chagrin, to actually be 100% as I rolled out of the garage, and thereafter became a deluge before the ride was over.
Soooo, instead of beautiful footage of the ride and great photos of yours truly looking knowingly into the distance over mountaintops...I got these.
|Well, I'm here. I guess I'll go anyway...|
Wow...I look old these days. I guess it's better than not aging anymore though!
Speaking of getting cold (not old), there is a tenuous balance in endurance sports between overheating and getting cold, and people are always trying to find that balance. If you are working hard, you can be out in riding gear that most people would never wear for the conditions, but you aren't able to vary from that effort level much at all without experiencing some discomfort.
Oh, looky...I've gone off on another tangent.
I'll leave you with a few random tidbits from my time on the bike related to the miles I have covered.
As of today:
- 24,903 miles
- 1,570 rides
- 10 Years
- 1 collar bone (now augmented by a 5" plate and 7 screws)
- 4.3 bazillion tire tubes
- 2,300x my weight in Gatorade and lousy tasting energy gels and Powerbars.
- 1,100 Chipotle Burritos - (1000 cal/burrito and 700 cal/hour average workout output)
- Approximately 1.9% of my total waking life
- I'm not going to try to calculate the gallons of sweat... You're welcome...again.
- 3 Race Wins, 1 2nd place, 7 top ten, and a whole lot of middle-of-the-pack.
- Untold amounts of patience from my loving wife...
See you on the trails!