9,000 Miles Flies By… without much Fanfare
It currently “feels like” 15° F. For my European and Canadian friends, that’s a balmy -9.444° C. Folks, it’s freaking cold outside and I won’t lie, I want to ride outside about as much as I want hemorrhoids. It’s 5:30 am and I’m trying to work up the gumption to at least take the mountain bike out this morning but it’s not easy. It was even colder yesterday morning: It felt like 10° F or something like -12° C with 10-15 mph winds out of the west. That’s just a bridge too far for this guy. I rode my 5200 on the trainer all week long and crossed the 9,000 mile mark (14,484 km) on Friday. In fact, I hit it exactly, only having ten miles to go, I stopped at a half-hour just so I could say I did the ten miles:
My buddy Mike likes to complain that trainer miles don’t count but I don’t care – I rode ’em, they count.
So, will I ride outside this morning? It’s doubtful, but if I can convince Mike and my wife to take the mountain bikes out, I’ll be a ridin’ fool. One thing is for certain: Mountain bikes outside or 5200 on the trainer in the comfort of my living room, either one beats polishing the couch with my butt.
Incidentally, I just passed another neat milestone. Going back to when I started keeping track of mileage in 2011 (shortly before I started this blog), I just crossed over 44,000 miles (70,800 km). I once thought about canning the tracking app. In fact, I didn’t actually keep track of 2014, that 6,000 miles is a low-ball estimate – I’m quite certain I rode just as many miles as I did in 2015. Now that I can see the total mileage, I’m glad I decided to go back to tracking it. It’s nice to see the overall. It’d be a stretch to say it’s motivational, but I do find it neat to check up on now and again.