There’s a reason I’m a runner first and a biker second.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I own a road bike and I typically do some long organized rides every year (e.g., Hotter than Hell, Cow Creek Country Classic, Peach Pedal). I enjoy the speed of riding, the distances you can cover, and the breeze that only cycling—never running—can bring.
So what’s the deal? Why does riding a bike take second fiddle to hitting the pavement on foot?
In a word, simplicity.
I need two things to run—a pair of shoes and a pair of shorts. That’s it. Sure, there are other comforts that make running more enjoyable (Body Glide comes instantly to mind), but at the end of the day, there’s very little you actually need to go on a run.
Biking in another story. There are helmets and gloves and bike shorts and bike shoes. There are tubes and tires and chain grease.
For a run, I can be out the door 5 minutes after making the decision to go.
For a ride, it can take anywhere from 15 minutes to over an hour.
Case in point: last weekend I headed out to ride with The Legendary Adam H. A mile from the house, I hit a 4 inch screw someone had conveniently discarded on the shoulder of the access road. Not only did it puncture my tube, it shredded my tire. End of ride.
Then yesterday, I spent about 45 minutes putting on a new tire, readjusting my rear brake, and cleaning my chain. (Admittedly, I am not the most astute bicycle mechanic.) Once I got going, I had a great ride. Adam and I logged about 30 miles or so over a pretty hilly course.
So at the end of the day, here’s my conclusion:
I like biking. But I like running a lot more.