Why running is hazardous for cyclists

Nov distance: 38 km

Upper Thomson, 21 km.

She: So, who is she? You’re seeing someone else, right?

Me: Huh?

She: Don’t pretend. You come home from work, change, then go out. We don’t go out anymore.

Me: Oh, that. I’ve been out running, training for an ultra.

She: Sure. It takes three months to train for a marathon. And you are training for an ultra in two? 

Me: Really! See! [Shows finisher medal]

She: I knew it! There is someone else!

Me: No, no. Your wheels are rounder and stronger than the medal. When I was running on the trails and saw mountain bikes, I missed you so much.

She: Now that your race is over, let’s go for a spin.

Me: Uhhh, my legs hurt.

She: Do your hands hurt?

Me: No, why?

She: You haven’t lubed my drivetrain. Get to work, boy. After that, let’s go shopping for bling bling!

Me: You know what? What I need is "active rest". Let's go ride :)

I wish, I wonder

Sri Lanka (file photo)

Buangkok, 17 km. I wish I was cycling beside the clear green sea beneath the clear blue sky, with the sun shining (not scorching) and a breeze blowing (gently, not giving a headwind headache).

But I’m not. I’m cycling in a high population density city-state, surrounded by death metal (refers to traffic, not music).

To find some peace and quiet, I head into a park. An industrial park. Ah, peace and quiet. On a Sunday night, many factories are silent and dark. Peace and quiet in unexpected places.

And I wonder why:
- when I can ride, I don;t
- when I can’t ride, I want to