I got another nudge from my son Lincoln this week. The Jamrog guys ( plus Stephanie, my one and only daughter-in-law) all use the Strava app. If you don’t know about it, you should. I don’t care about the competitive aspects of the app, but am really pumped up about the Goals that you are able to access from the premium membership at just $59 a year.
I have set two activity goals for myself this year. Well… three.
In 2015, I was able to use Strava Premium to ramp up the number of times that I went out the door and hike, walk, or ride my bike. My goal was to put 365 hours of exercise in for the calendar year. I ended up bettering that by logging 406 hours.
This year, I plan to:
1) Ride mountain bikes 1,000 miles
2) Hike 1,000 miles.
3) Log 456 hours doing this two activities
Lincoln and I were talking two days ago on the phone and he told me that he is trying to shoot for 8 hours a week, so that he can reach 365 hours of activity out in Montana. His reasoning is that by going for 1 more hour each week or a regular basis, you build up a bank of hours to draw on for those days when you just can’t get out.
So, I checked my Strava progress for January.
Last week, I had starting to fall behind in reaching my goals, so in the last week, I have almost caught up.
Here’s an encouraging post from today. We have a full blow blizzard outside right now, but who cares? I was able to log an hour and forty-five minutes and over 6 miles this morning.
I’m only able to catch up by walking at night and stretching a bit. For example, I walked in today’s snowstorm. I’ll do whatever it takes to try and ramp up my activity. It’s a long and sometimes bleak winter up here in Maine and exercise really makes the difference in my outlook.
I also had a microadventure today.
Instead of sticking to High Street, I detoured up and over the ridge off Moody Mountain and then went along Muddy Ridge Road and back around Levensellar Pond to get back home.
A mysterious set of tracks heading off beside what we call the Tarantino farm lured me into the woods.
I decided to check out where this truck went.
The tracks went all the way up through a long narrow hayfield, where then ended just before a break in a stone wall over which I am able to ride my bikes. I had gone in so far off road at this point that I decided to keep going uphill on the unbroken snow to reach Muzzy Ridge Road.
Here are some photos of my personal bike path.
I am not showing you the bypasses to obstructions that I have cut for myself in these pics.
Before the snow came this month, I took Mike Hartley for a ride . This is what the top looks like in full fall color:
Here is what it looks like now.
Coming over the high point, I started walking north where I saw another fresh set of 4WD tracks coming south from Muzzy Ridge Road that stopped before the serious tangle of trees on this old road. I decided that the same truck had worked its way up both sides in an unsuccessful effort to make a continuous trip from High Street to Muzzy Ridge Road.
This is just the sort of back woods adventuring that I really enjoy doing in my rural neighborhood. It is also why I’m done with the gym.