Coming into this year with a new job, I figured my thousand mile months were done.
I don’t know what it is about that milestone but it feels like I did something special if I can make it happen. April, my first chance, was a washout. There was no chance. Same with May, though I got within 135 miles despite the weather. June was historically horrible – I can’t remember a summer starting that badly. Ever. Plus I went on a cruise with my family… I missed it by more than 300 miles.
Then July. The weather broke, finally, shortly after we got back from vacation and the miles piled up until, on the 31st of the month, I crossed over the thousand mile mark with a 23 miler on a Wednesday.
Not bad for a workin’ fella.
One thing I did do wrong in all of those miles, and I just figured this out yesterday, my recovery rides haven’t been slow enough. I’ve been cranking out 18-1/2-mph recovery rides and I’ve been feeling a little old. Sore back, sore legs, a little bound at the shoulders… Yesterday I did a 17.9-mph recovery ride and I feel like a new man. That half mile an hour made a huge difference. I’ll have to slow down a bit on my slow days.
More later. Ride hard my friends.