500 miles. That's half a thousand. Or five 100s. For me, however, it's primarily a series of 20s. Last Friday evening, I barely crossed over that mark on a hot and windy ride, reaching 507 miles of cycling for the month of August. Comparatively, February 2018's total was a paltry 181 miles, but I was […]

500 miles. That's half a thousand. Or five 100s. For me, however, it's primarily a series of 20s.
Last Friday evening, I barely crossed over that mark on a hot and windy ride, reaching 507 miles of cycling for the month of August. Comparatively, February 2018's total was a paltry 181 miles, but I was sick half of the month back then.
I never really set a goal of riding 500 miles in any one month; it simply becomes a goal when I near the 500 mile mark in total mileage. It's comparable to hiking along and suddenly realizing that the peak of the mountain is not so far away and that you might as well go for it.
For me, 500 miles has the essence of magic within it. After all, there's a song about it. It's also doable, along with other responsibilities and commitments. Last month, it took 20 rides after work, plus 53 miles of commuting, to reach the mark. As a bonus, four of August's rides were with my wife.
So now the big question: why cycle 500 miles in one month? Why even cycle at all? I realize that cycling is not what life's all about, but it makes life a bit more bearable, not to mention helping to keep the weight off (I am middle-aged) so less pressure on the joints; it's good for the heart; and, perhaps most importantly, it's good for the psyche/soul. Cycling is therapeutic for me, and I definitely notice it if I haven't been out on the bicycle in a few days. Yes, prayer is highly recommended and the benefits of psychotherapy have been well-documented. For me, and a few others I know, however, cyclotherapy is just the right prescription for our mental and physical well-being.