Halfway through the year, I’m sitting on 4,554 overall miles which includes 953 miles on the trainer.

I started out the year down on mileage and feeling pretty fat, but COVIDcation turned that frown upside down. March was up by around a hundred miles but my April was up 400 over 2019. May was up another 200 and I should end up around 400 up by the time June’s done (a 12-day vacation meant no cycling miles last year).

What really had me freaked out just before our lock down started was my weight. I’d gotten a little bulbous over the winter and was only a few pounds beneath my heaviest ever in 2001. As one would expect, though, a few one-thousand-mile months can go a long way to fixing a few too many 1/2 pound burgers. For those across the pond, I don’t know how burger weight translates, but a half-pound is a BIG f’in’ burger.

So I stepped on the scale the other day, expecting to, at the very best, be pushing 180 but I shocked to find I was all the way down to 175 already.  Better, if I just keep at it a little bit, I think I can pretty easily get down to 170, maybe even 165.  I can tell you this, wherever I end up at the end of September, I’m going on a freaking diet so I can lock this in over the winter.

I read a post yesterday in which the author lamented still being on lock down (or what’s left of it), calling it a terrible time for everyone.  If you’ve read any of my posts on the subject, you know where I come down on that.  It was the best month-and-a-half of my life… in fact, the only thing better is a real vacation.

Today I’m grateful for my attitude and outlook on life.  There once was a time I wasn’t capable of finding the good in what I’ve got and I thank God I’m not so afflicted today.  Recovery brings with it more peace and contentment than I ever imagined possible, and that’s exactly why I keep coming back.  I am intensely interested in seeing exactly how good life can get.

I’m definitely buying some noodle salad this weekend.