I’m going to pass 1,000 miles on my bike for the month of June in about an hour and a half. It took me 55 hours to get there, or just over an 18 mph average. This includes all miles – recovery miles, fast miles and more than 170 of the toughest, hilliest miles I’ve ever ridden.
Do the math and it’s less than 2 hours a day, about 1:45 a day, average. That’s not how I got there though, I don’t have that much time during the week to blow on a bike because, sadly, I have a job. Or should I say, I haven’t found anyone crazy enough to give me a couple hundred grand a year to ride a bicycle. Before I get into the breakdown, let add this: I only took one day off this month. That’s it, one day. I’ve ridden every single day other than the day I took off so I could drive up to a two-day 170 mile cycling tour. Also, I’ve only hit 1,000 miles two other times in the years I’ve been cycling (both last year) – and the second one, in September, was only because I did 385 miles in the first week of the month. The first, August, was done because I ride so many stinkin’ centuries in August (one almost every weekend in the month). This 1,000+ mile month was special because there was only one century the entire month, though I still hit a lot of long miles on the weekends, usually between 50 and 75 miles each day.
While I love the long mileage days (especially anything between 60 and 75 miles), I rarely put in more than an hour a day into cycling during the week (Tuesdays are the exception – 2 hours for the club ride). My trick this past month was to go decently long on both weekend days. Other than 40 mile Tuesdays and 110-175 mile weekends, I’m only riding 16-20 miles a day (that’s 50m – 1h:05m a day).
In other words, my fitness is relatively easy to fit into my schedule, and I’m a nut. Wait, I think they call us “avid enthusiasts”.
If you think I’m nuts, I’m okay with that. If you don’t think I ride enough, well try coming out of retirement and properly tending to your family before you start slinging mud. On the other side of that, if you’re thinking “I can’t do that”, relax… I didn’t think I could either, especially when 100 miles in a week was a lot. I would suggest you not sweat it and do your best. I am sure surprised where my best took me.
Ride hard my friends.
Sometimes a good idea needs a little chance, maybe call it fate, a nudge, to get started.
Matt had a flat when he pulled his bike out of his car and he was late getting started so I simply shooed the A guys at five after six. At first they paused and said they’d wait. I emplored them, seriously, go guys… we’ll be okay. Someone shouted from the back, “Yeah, you’re gonna drop us anyway!” And with that they rolled out…
There were twice as many of us as there were of them.
We started out fairly easy at 19 mph but we built up quickly and had a decent 21-22 mph pace heading into the north wind. I didn’t think twice about taking a turn up front, never struggled to latch back on after a turn, the neutral zones actually worked, and I rarely felt taxed enough to go all the way to the back.
It was a perfect ride. We all, including Mrs. Bgddy, finished as a group, I did more than my fair share and I had a big smile on my face the whole way.
I did not take the sprint. Even my wife beat me to the line. I handled the lead out. Sometimes you’re the sprinter, sometimes you’re the lead out. I was perfectly happy with it.
We all laughed and shared fist bumps after the ride – and we all agreed this is the better way to enjoy a Tuesday night.
The B Group is born.
Oh, and we finished just shy of a 21 mph average. We actually finished faster than if we’d started with the racers, done the whole 30 mph thing, and gotten spread out and dropped along the route. More than 29 miles in 1h:22m.