I want to be in New Orleans on October 17.
As I leave my parent’s farm that gives me 41 days to go 1150 miles.
Math says that’s less than 30 miles a day. Math lies.
A 30 mile bike ride is easy, but that’s every day. On a biking day it’s hard to do anything else. There is no “get there at noon and relax.” I break down camp in the morning, and have to scout a site for it in the evening. I’m sweaty. The laptop is packed, so going to a coffee house and doing work is a pain.
After a long day of biking I want to lay in my hammock and dream.
If I go 32 miles a day, I can spend one day a week on my feet.
If I go 41 miles I get two days.
For 55 miles, three and change.
55 miles is my new minimum. Often I’ll bike farther, but even in a headwind this is doable.
I’m going to call these days “push days.” I’d rather push four days a week, then have ample time to explore cool towns or chill and write some words.