By Richard Tyson
It’s Thursday, 5:30 a.m., and I’m two miles west of Roswell, New Mexico. I’m 868 miles into my twentieth bicycle journey across the United States. The sweat is dripping off my face onto the concrete floor of my basement gym. Yes, I’m in my home in Utah — and I’m also just outside Roswell.
You see, I know that to stay healthy, I need regular exercise. My problem is that I really don’t enjoy exercising. What I do enjoy is achieving big goals — like riding my bike across America. So, nearly every day, I ride. Some days, just a mile or two; on others, it may be as much as 30.