My blog is doing well, for something that I don’t promote elsewhere or spend as much time as I would like to engaging with other bloggers. I started in 2016 and through the end of 2017 I had written just 31 posts and had only about 20 followers. Now I have written 173 more posts and have 313 followers. Naturally, publishing regularly has been helpful in making it more visible. So I’m grateful for the readers and support I have received, while also realizing there are lots of things I’m probably doing wrong or not at all that would help. Still, progress is good, so here’s a short post with the statistics of what’s been going on behind the curtain in A Dude Abikes land.
This post is a brief review of my walking and biking in August through pictures, courtesy of the fitness tracking application, Strava. Check ’em out, and enjoy all my sweaty efforts! I’ve added alot of additional fun facts about my riding for those of you who geek out on numbers, or are just curious what a month of disciplined, diligent bike riding looks like. Hopefully you had a few accomplishments too, and feel free to share them in the comments. All images are Copyright Strava 2018.
Today in Austin, Texas, there was some rain, so it was a good day to relax and reflect. This blog post is one of my occasional round-ups of thoughts and things about your sometimes somewhat humble blogger. Although in 10 days we’ll be at the mid-point of 2018, and I’ll be taking a closer look at my data from the walking, writing (blog and book), yoga and of course, bicycling, I wanted to update faithful readers, family and friends of just what is up with A Dude Abikes. Continue reading
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Origins: A Dude Walks Into His Doctor’s Office…
One day A Dude Abikes was sitting in a doctor’s office (ear, nose and throat Doc Slaughter, as I recall). We’re talking bikes, since he rides a bit. Apologetically, he leans in, with a whisper, and says, “This is gonna sound a little wrong, but it’s a good thing. It’s when you ride your bike alot, it’s called ‘Time In The Saddle.'” I must have cocked my head to the side with a quizzical look on my face like some befuddled beagle. He grinned conspiratorially, and said, “Think about the acronym.” He waited a second for me to figure it out. I must have grinned back a little, because he relaxed when I realized what it spelled and wasn’t going to nail him for being a MCP (Male Chauvinist Pig). (Remember that phrase?)