In my short write-up on yesterday’s 49 mile ride, a woman who has been reading my blog for years commented that her “OCD would have kicked in” forcing her to ride that last mile to make it an even 50. I like how she thinks, I considered it as well. However, once I reached my driveway, on fumes, I knew the extra mile wasn’t in the cards.
What I failed to mention in that post was that I’d pulled for most of the ride, probably upwards of 70%, including an epic eight mile stint into the wind that was so strong I had to slow down so my riding partner could catch up – twice.
Yesterday was one of those rare occasions when going that last, extra mile isn’t necessary. I already had, for 49 of them.