Born to Run... Forced to Ride
I really dislike not being able to run. And I have mixed feelings about bike riding: Cycling is fun, fast, and satisfying. I love the sound of the wind blowing past my helmet-clad head. I like thinking that I may be able to out-ride even the meanest rabid dog, should one choose to try to take a chunk out of my leg. I enjoy being able to go relatively far distances on my bike. Mostly, I love the speed I can get while going down a steep hill. So, why do I get on my bike somewhat begrudgingly? Because it's not running. The thing is, I love to run. I only like to bike. I like the solitude I get from running. I love the control running gives me. I can control my speed (as long as it's set on slow). When I run, I can see cars coming toward me because I can run facing on-coming traffic. I like knowing that I won't get a flat shoe when I run. I feel secure in knowing that if I fall while running, I proba...