I try not to get obsessed statistics when it comes to cycling. Likewise, I’m not a big one for bagging summits and ticking off lists.
Riding a bike and heading to the hills is mainly about decompression and re-creation, not about charts, graphs and shaving seconds off training runs.
Nevertheless, I did check the log on my cyclometers yesterday as I changed the batteries and it appears that I covered 2,520 miles last year.
This came as a bit of a surprise initially, as I didn’t think it would be so high. But when I boiled the figures down, the tally translated to just shy of 50 miles per week, which is less than three lunchtime rides.
If so inclined, I’m sure I could work how many calories used this equates to – how many doughnuts burned, if you like – but given my lack of overall weight loss, perhaps I won’t go there.
Still, it gave me bit of a warm glow and a sense of satisfaction. The bike gives so much more than simply exercise but it’s reassuring to know that it performs this task ably, too.