1414 Miles

(From early 2004)

I had a good time cycling this evening, venturing farther afield and trying new routes. Tied my record for Max MPH hurtling down a hill (could have sworn I broke it, grrrrr). Anyhow, I also went exactly 14.14 miles and not on purpose. A sign, eh? It’s amusing to pass by particular intersections or landmarks and realize that a month ago, getting to that point would have been notable; now, it’s halfway or less. My hands don’t hurt as much this time even though I went farther for longer, as I tried to switch up my grip often. Still need to get a hold of those bar ends.

Didn’t have enough water for the circumstances. Interestingly it was the new flats I was riding on that did me in — since I’m am almost always in hills or at least inclines, it seemed as if I wasn’t using the same “functionality” cruising along a flat road for miles at a time. Not that I wasn’t up to the task, but that I was exerting for a longer period at once and was getting dehydrated faster. Thus, more water next time.