Friday, three days early, I stopped my bike in my driveway with exactly 1,000 miles for the month of September (on Strava – Endomondo is more accurate at 1,014 1041 – but that requires more than a three-sentence explanation). It helps, of course, that I started the month off with 160 miles in the first two days – but I still had to ride the other 840 miles over the remainder of the month.
My only day off this month was a… whoops. I didn’t take a day off yet this month. Anyway, I probably will tomorrow because the weather is supposed to suck… For two weeks. Hopefully it’s just the Weather Channel being overzealous.
For my yearly tally so far, it looks like I’ve got a chance to break 10,000 miles this year if everything works out. I’ve got 8,200 miles on the year with October, November and December left. If I go by last year’s mileage it’ll be close, but it looks like I’ll have about 400 miles as a cushion. Now, I have to clarify for the purists; that total includes trainer miles. I figure, if I ride ’em, I count ’em. Not everyone agrees with that perspective. Either way, if I only count outdoor miles for the year, I should end up with more than 8,000 – and that’s not bad for a working fella.
I’m feeling like a pretty lucky fella, lately. My fitness is great, my health is as well, and my stress level is relatively low. Good times and noodle salad, my friends. It’s as good as it gets, and that’s all I could ask for.
Fit Recovery 
Impressive!
Thanks, Wendy.
Amazing! I know plenty of guys that do a similar monthly mileage, but they’re all retired.
Oh, if I could only find someone who had enough money and was dumb enough to fund my cycling ambitions! LOL! Thanks, Sheree.
“I’ll taper when I’m dead…”
Who said that?
You did!
And I still believe that and live by it sitting on the couch in my Star Wars pajamas, looking at the rain, thinking about how nice it is to be me. Football starts in an hour, and the stew is in the slow cooker. 😁
Good stuff. I won’t mention the golf so. 😉
Yeah, every once in a while you guys manage to pull one out. It’s okay, though. It keeps it interesting. Chuckle.
Nice work! As I’m plodding along the hiker/biker paths around town completing my running miles in preparation for my half marathon at the end of the month, I find myself almost crying when a bike goes by. . . “i would rather be cycling. why did i sign up for this . . . ” 🙂 Maybe next year I’ll put in my highest mileage on a bike ever.
This is why I stopped running. Every time I went out to run, I was bummed I wasn’t on my bike. I just figured I didn’t need to be bummed.
Yup. Life is short. This is my last half marathon ever.