Well, this lack of writing streak came upon me again and I have no reason except for the fact I simply did not take the time to write anything.
In my last post, I mentioned a challenge Bob proposed to me to reach a daily August average to match my age. After the month ended, I pondered whether I should bring it up in this post. Since I did mention the challenge, I decided I should.
Bluntly, I failed. The first half of the month started out great with me reaching or exceeding the mileage. Burnout started to set in mainly because in July, I rode over 1,100 miles. I took a few days off before a century ride that Bob and I registered for. It was fortunate that I did because I felt refreshed for those miles.
After that century ride, I rode when I wanted to; not because I had to. One issue I had was that my attempt to reach my goal interfered with adequately getting things done around home. Some things started to pile up a bit.
Bob said that what I did the first two and a half weeks were impressive. As many miles as Bob has on his back, he never attempted riding that kind of distance everyday from home. Putting on daily miles like that on a bike-pack trip is easier and much more enjoyable. To illustrate my point, two years ago Bob and I bike-packed 1,600 miles in 20 days. We had a great time.
From now on, I ride when I truly have time and want to ride. The main lesson I learned is that my life needs a balance between the responsibility of getting things done and leisure time. Tipped too far one way or the other, life is off kilter.