Last Saturday, I went for a run followed by my first long bike ride - long as in 12 miles. Of course, it was 12 miles along the Coronado Bike path which isn't exactly challenging terrain. Other than crossing a few intersections, there were no cars. I did have to contend with other cyclists some of whom rudely insisted on getting within 50 feet of me. The other riders still make me panic. And don't even get me started on roller bladers and dogs off their leash. I'm positive that I will hit one or all of them. Mostly, a bike ride is me saying to myself, "They see you. They see you. They don't want to crash into you." I got better and by the end of the ride I could ride near people without completely losing my mind.
Instead of doing the normal triathlon order of ride then run, I decided to run first. I got off to a bit of a late start and I decided that I'd rather run in what little remained of the cold morning air. Plus, I figured if the ride was a wash out at least I'd have gotten a run.
Ran for 5 miles and then headed back to my car to get my bike. That's when I looked down at my feet.