Mileage means nothing. I’ve been pushing two things in my riding – overall mileage and the level of attack on climbs. It’s been working well. When the mechanic that works on my bike heard me say “Oh I’m all about climbing” he responded with “super – let’s do bear creek sunday.” Starting out a little worn down I was in for a treat.
Sunday 5/6 was a soggy, soupy day. Just the thought of a raised heart rate had my glasses fogging up. Combine that with grueling hills and uber rocky terrain and I was a whiny little bitch. I must admit that the climbs were not the tough part. Technical at times, the climbs were largely gradual. The downs were epic and technical. When combined with foggy glasses, soupy, slippery climate and my generally exhausted state – I was in trouble.
So after maybe 5.6 miles at bear creek, I was wildly more worn out than doing the entire 18 mile wiss loop. Officially mileage means nothing. I’m just about back in the game and about to go for my next 100 mile month (April 2012 has me a bit over 500 miles for the 2012 so far).
Mileage means nothing. Frankly I like it that way. Sure I could just go run on my road bike on the SRT and tick off the miles. Meh… Right now I’m having way more fun in the dirt, under the trees, away from the benzine and black top.