This won't mean much to most of you but, if all goes well and I can get a minimum of 9 miles on the bike tomorrow, March will be my first 300 mile month. For a guy with two kids, a cat, a border collie who needs constant attention and a job, that isn't bad.
It may seem sill, and to experienced riders this tally is nothing (the guy on my cycle log website I use for motivation who is leading the month in distance has me beat by 1100 miles), to me, this is a big deal because it will mean that all but two of my goals that I set in September when I hopped back on a bike in earnest have been met. The only two left are to ride to Augusta, Missouri on the Katy Trail and to ride a century. When I find the century I want to ride (i.e. feel passionate about), I'll start training specifically for it (i.e. based on the route). Those two will have to wait, for personal reasons.
Listen, a year ago I was a lazy bum who would rather sit on his butt and listen to Bob Dylan records, trying to figure out of he said "zest" or "jest". Now, I actually look forward to riding my bike. Everything else has become secondary. That's cool. To me, at least.
And a note to the local meteorologists: My butt the wind is blowing at 14 mph. And I mean litterally, my butt. It's killing me. There was one point when I was riding into the wind that if I had stopped peddling I literally would have stopped and tipped over my momentum was so slow. It was like riding into a wall.
Second note to local meteorologists: If to day is "breezy" and tomorrow is "windy", tomorrow really scares me.
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