Saturday morning I punched out a solid but relatively flat 88km solo ride in blustering conditions that felt like a headwind in every direction. It was rough but still enjoyable. At home afterwards I glanced at my Strava account and noticed I’d rolled past 4000km (2500 miles) for the year so far.

It’s a lot to some and only a little to others. To me, it’s simply another metric. Distance is dependant on a few variables anyway, mostly how energetic I’m feeling and if I choose to ride any serious hills! Those long climbs always put a dent in the distance stakes. Anyway, your legs don’t know distance, they don’t know average speed, all they know is the time spent laying down the watts.

All I know is the smile that pushing those pedals around puts on my face, that’s the most important cycling metric to measure! Winter is well on it’s way down here in Tasmania, so I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to keep that progress up for. There’s also usually a week or two each year where I don’t ride at all for one reason or another.

I try not to get too bogged down in statistics these days, preferring just to ride my bike and enjoy the time I get to turn the pedals. At the end of the day, it’s all relative. #keepcycling