Then, I think it was last year, I finally made it 30 days straight.
The rules are simple. You have to spend, at the very least, an hour on your bike. Not an hour doing errands, but an hour kitted up, actually going on a ride. In reality, it sounds easier than it is.
Finding the time, energy and the discipline each day to get on my bike for at least an hour, (which generally melts into two or three), with a full time job, plus the equivalent of two part time jobs is pretty daunting. When I finished with my first and only 30 in a row, I emailed Mike to tell him, to which he responded, "The most time Ive been able to spend on my bike is on the rollers watching porn, doing intervals each time they change positions."
Which kind of brings me to my point. In order to keep up on my new 30 in 30 regiment, of which Im now all of four days deep, I had to ride rollers for an hour tonight. No porn, no position changing, no nothing. All I had for entertainment was my bobbing shadow, and the growing puddle of sweat on the cement floor.
This is going to be a long 26 days.