It’s February 27. There are 2 more days left of the month (yes, it’s leap year!) And I just got my first ride in. I’m already a month ahead of where I was last year. And last year was a really good year. Here’s my last ride of the year, and my last ride, really, until today.
This was a big ride for me. Not so much that I climbed 1,200 feet in an hour, or not so much that it was about 35 degrees outside. It was a big ride for me because I finally hit my goals of 2,000 miles, and 200,000 feet climbed for the year. That wasn’t an easy goal. It took work, patience, diligence, and long-suffering, but I did it.
I remember a pivotal moment of the year in the first part of September. I was sitting in the dentist chair and pulled up my Strava stats. I had only climbed 100,000 feet. Dr. Murdock came to drill on me and noticed a look of concern on my face. “How are you doing?”
“Not great.” Are things really ever going good if you’re sitting in a dentist’s chair? But today was even different. Today was about soul searching. Today was about Strava. “I set a goal of 200,000 feet this year, and I’m only at 110,000.”
