Two years ago I was stopped less than 90 miles shy of 10,000 bicycling miles for the year. Having to quit with a week to go because of a life threatening illness really sucked. Of course, living is worth 88 miles.
Last year, I blew the doors off with over 11,000 miles in the saddle. Revenge was sweet. I crossed the 10,000 mark around Thanksgiving. I rode in eight new states (Illinois, Iowa, Minnesota, North Dakota, Montana, Idaho, Washington, and Oregon). And I crossed the continental divide for the first time.
Today, I crossed the 10,000 mile threshold again. Along the way, I picked off five new states (Missouri, Kansas, Colorado, Utah, and Nevada). I rode over Monarch Pass, above 11,000 feet.
From Colorado to California, I climbed well over 150,000 feet. Somebody stop me before I do such a foolish thing ever again.
Now it’s time to get well and have some fun. Colonoscopies are fun, aren’t they?