If you are retired, as I am, cycling 800 miles per month isn't really that difficult. Years ago I determined that my racing is much better when I get in 800 miles. Because most of my racing consists of short time trials, I do ok at 600 but below that things get iffy. I was gone half of April, so May became a "must do" month.
The first week was right on schedule, 200 miles. Then a medical procedure set me back three days (or 3 1/2 since the first day back was light). I wasn't too worried, since 200 miles per week is 28 days, and I had 31. I worked hard and kept on schedule, arriving on the 27th with 670 miles.
Dan Pedroza put together a 76 mile ride for Saturday, and even taking the "easy ride" on Sunday, I'd only have a short pedal Monday. The best laid plans.........
Saturday was hot and humid and after the first fifteen miles, I knew this would be a long day. Of course starting off on Lime Creek is quite different from Chandler Road. The second leg of the route was Hwy 620 out to Bee Cave, mainly flat until you hit the dam. Even so, I got a head start and even with big Jim in front of me at an easy pace, I couldn't keep up. The group caught me at the dam, but I eased my way up and over. By the time we got to Bee Cave, I was on the verge of bonking.
Actually, some might argue I had already bonked, but that depends on your definition. Anyway, I determined I'd make my way back to the Parmer store at a reduced pace, turning left on 360 and cutting off ten miles. Even though drafting saves lots of energy, you still need some to keep up. I didn't have it, so I puttered along by myself the remaining twenty-plus miles and sat around to recover (eating lunch at Morelia's).
No problem, I could do the long ride Sunday. Sunday got rained out. Sunday afternoon's weather was excellent, however I had other things to do. No problem, I'd ride twenty miles Monday morning, then another thirty on Pedroza's Recovery Ride. It wasn't until late Monday that I remembered Dan was doing the Velo View gravel ride (half gravel). Grrrr! I'd already put my feet up and had a beverage in hand when Becca posted a recovery possibility. Double Grrrr! Too late.
That left Tuesday. With rain in the forecast, I left early and did my thirty-nine mile route, and another six in Old Settlers Park. Feeling quite proud of myself I returned home and plugged in the Garmin and pulled up my spread sheet. Ooops! Pook, ding-fu! The total on the 30th showed 750.5, not 755.0. A quick glance at the radar showed green and yellow heading toward Austin. I unplugged the computer, pulled the bike out and rode the neighborhood for another five miles, finishing to the sound of thunder (but so far it hasn't rained here).
I finished the month at 801.4 miles. A review of my log revealed that while I planned on twenty-two and a half miles (three loops of Old Settler's Park) on Monday morning, I cut it off at fifteen because I figured I'd get in thirty that evening.
What would I have done if the month were only thirty days? I wouldn't have worried, since not achieving it isn't all that important. Working toward it is the key. While some goals are important, this one is merely a guideline.