2015 has been an absolute corker of a year for cycling. Here’s my year in numbers:
- 1,757 miles
- 276 rides
- 1 shoe lost under a bus
- 50,833 feet of elevation
- 56 cereal bars and flapjacks
- 1 absolutely unbelievably loud and fantastic cheer squad at the Ride London
- 155 hours and 7 minutes in the saddle
- 4 sportives
- 107 miles – my longest ever ride, to Folkestone for fish and chips!
- 0 punctures!
- 2 trusty steeds – Gordon (the roadie) and Geoffrey (the hybrid)!
- 1 set of repairs
- 4 sets of brake pads
- 3 near misses on London roads
- 358 times I’ve fought with my bloody bikes getting them in and out of the damn cupboard under the stairs
What a brilliant year. I’ve pushed myself further than I ever thought I would, and I’m still totally in love with cycling. I’m busy planning the next year ahead, as I think it’s going to be a big one for me. I’ve got this little thought in the back of my head that i can’t get rid of… I want to take part in the Tour d’Etape in 2017, which means that next year will involve a lot of sportives, a lot of hill climbing and a lot of time in the saddle in preparation.
I might also do a triathlon. BrittLoveTri anyone?
And just to finish this rather introspective and braggy post off, here are my #2015bestnine. The BrittLoveBike edition.