Somehow I’ve managed to ride 1,741 miles so far this year. Last year, while recovering from a collapsed lung and pulmonary embolisms I rode 1,954 miles. Some of the shortfall is the result of going to London in January, but the rest is due to lethargy. I feel as if I’ve eaten 1,741 doughnuts. On the plus side, I have managed to recover from two or three weeks of mysterious body aches and pains thanks to switching from Little Nellie to standard size bicycles and buying new walking shoes with a ton of cushioning.
I rode 771 miles in March, 506 on my Surly Cross Check. I can tell that I am sick of cold weather riding because even 45 degrees seems intolerable.
My longest ride was 45.5 miles on The Mule. My most spiritually fulfilling ride was Saturday’s ride to Nats Park to see my first baseball game of the year.
April promises more baseball games, a couple of family birthdays, tour planning, and numerous adulting tasks. (It looks like we need to replace the roof, one of our cars, and a 29-year old sump pump. The sucking sound you hear is coming from my bank account.)
And it’s time to start doing long rides.
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 
Did anyone ask where that Bryce fella was at Nats Park? Hope you get good weather for long rides this month.
When you were touring down to Florida did you reserve your campsites or hotels way in advance or just when you got there?
Liz
Pretty much when I got there. I ran the risk of getting caught without (as happened on my last day before Portland OR). But I also landed a few last minute gems like the B&B on the space coast. Warmshowers hosts typically need a day or two notice.