It use to be that around 350 Miles on my bicycle was when long distance riding became fun; up to that distance it was a grind and just getting in shape. This year I had to reach 500 before I felt happy every mile I rode and the next day started with a smile instead of a groan thinking about getting on board a bike. How lucky I am to still have the ability to enjoy the day.
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