It use to be that around 350 miles on my bicycle was when long distance riding became fun; up to that distance it was a grind and just getting in shape. This year I had to reach 500 before I felt happy every mile I rode and the next day started with a smile instead of a groan thinking about getting on board a bike. How lucky I am to still have the ability to enjoy the day.
Congratulations on all your miles.
Things here seem to be getting back to normal. The stores are starting to have bicycles to sell, not many, but a few. Bicycle shops have a few also, most are way over priced.
My bike was a mental and physical lifesaver during lockdown. Also, as I approach 60, I find that I get stiff and achy unless I get regular exercise—biking or swimming. There’s nothing better than a bike (well, maybe a typewriter).