It’s a strange and slightly pathetic thing when you think about it. Who really cares if I rode 4652’ of elevation on my mountain bike, or if Strava says I only rode 3509’? Strava is one part ego, and one part training.
I love everything about it, and would trade it in a second for the snowy, wooded, fickle Colorado mountains if I could. So when a buddy of mine threw out a comment that we should hit Moab for a mountain bike vacation, I jumped all over it.
