Strava recorded this ride twice. Same Circle K run, same Gatorade, same Metal Gear soundtrack. GPS hiccup or phone being weird — either way, the ride only happened once but the data says otherwise. Leaving it up because it’s kind of funny. The algorithm thinks I was so committed to hydration I did it twice. Five and a half miles…

Five and a half miles on a bike in July Pensacola heat for a Gatorade. From Circle K. That’s the mission. That’s the whole mission. The Metal Gear Solid V playlist was running — “The Man Who Sold the World,” “Rock the Casbah,” “In the Air Tonight” — and honestly riding through Pensacola with Phil Collins building to that drum…

July third. Pensacola evening. Barely three quarters of a mile and honestly it was more of a wander than anything with intent. The kind of walk where you leave the apartment because the walls got too close and the AC was making that sound again. PreFeKt’s “Stars” came on and I just… kept going for a little bit. Not far….

Evening run. 0.7 miles. Fifteen minutes. PreFeKt in the ears — one track for a short loop in the July dark. Not every run needs a story. Some runs are just runs. Shoes on, door open, move, come back. Done. STATS 🏃 Walk — Evening Run 📏 0.70 mi  |  ⏱ 15 min ⚡ 21:25/mi View on Strava → LISTENING…

Parkland Lowlands Trail. The 1.9-mile section, out and back, which gets you to 3.7 miles and twenty-seven minutes of actual trail riding. A hundred and eighteen feet of elevation — real terrain, not just driveway ramps. July 3rd. The day before the Fourth. Everyone else was buying fireworks and charcoal. I was on a trail in Parkland, winding through the…

The Parkland lowlands trail — the 1.9-mile section. Twenty-eight minutes on the bike through actual terrain instead of neighborhood loops. PreFeKt again, one song stretched across almost two miles of trail. 3.7 miles total with the ride out and back. The trail section is the payoff — different surface, different scenery, different relationship with the handlebars. The rest is just…

Ride to DG. Dollar General. Because sometimes you need cheap paper towels or off-brand candy or whatever it is that Dollar General sells that you suddenly can’t live without on a Tuesday evening. 2.82 miles at 5:49 pace, which is moving. Fifty-five feet of climbing, which means this wasn’t flat. July in whatever city I was in by then —…

Ride around Main Street. Four miles, twenty-nine minutes, ninety-four feet of climbing. The day after the Big Four Bridge ride, and this time I stayed on the Kentucky side. Main Street in Louisville on a Saturday afternoon is a mix of brunch crowds, people who look like they just woke up, and the occasional cyclist who thinks they own the…

Across the Big Four Bridge to Jeffersonville and back. Almost five miles. Forty-one minutes. The real ride of the evening — the block loop earlier was just the appetizer. The Big Four is the old railroad bridge converted to a pedestrian and bike path connecting Louisville to southern Indiana. You ride up the ramp, cross the Ohio River with the…

Around the block. Not around several blocks. Not a neighborhood tour. The block. Singular. 0.94 miles in six minutes. Twenty-three feet of elevation, which means there was a driveway involved. Friday evening, the kind where you step outside and think “I should ride” and then you do, but only just barely enough to count. This was the warm-up. Or the…