Early in today’s ride I surpassed 30,000 career miles. As I have been a cyclist only since 2004, I think that’s noteworthy. Sure, there are several hundred undocumented miles in my past. But that wasn’t cycling; that was just being a kid on a bike.
By the end of today’s ride I had surpassed 4,700 miles year-to-date, putting me less than 100 miles away from the personal record I set in 2009. But, of course, I won’t be content to stop at 4,801. This year I must reach 5,000. That’s the magic number because I won’t feel compelled to better it. The next plateau, 6,000 miles, is neither realistic nor attractive.
The relentless pursuit of miles can be counterproductive. Sometimes I should be doing shorter, harder efforts. Sometimes I should be taking more rest. Today was my 12th straight day on the bike. I’m OK physically but I’m not totally into it mentally. I need a break but I won’t take one. I’m still short of my mileage goal and the weather is still good. But the weather will turn soon, so I want to wrap this up before the end of October.