Spring Fling

Dear running,

I love you. You keep me healthy and strong. I eat better and am more balanced when I am with you. Together we have traveled the world and I am a better person for knowing you. Over the last few years together you have shown me that I am capable of more than I ever dreamed was possible. But running, there is something I must confess:

This weekend I cheated on you.

“With who?!” you ask frantically.

With biking.

I thought it would be a one-time thing. I really did. I went to the bike store yesterday to buy a hybrid after realizing that “it’s like riding a bike” doesn’t apply when you’re me trying to ride a road bike. The road bike, oh man was she beautiful, was too much for me to handle. The hybrid, while less sexy,  fit me well and I felt comfortable with it. Kind of like spooning.  After riding the hybrid around the block a few times, I became more confident with my riding skills. Maybe I could handle the sexy, agile road bike? I took her for a spin, and while I was a little insecure about whether I could command her beauty and grace, I knew I had to have her. I left the bike store with a sturdy, reliable, comfortable hybrid and a sleek and sexy road bike. What more does a woman need?

My new road bike, but mine is in white.

Today I thought I’d take my hybrid for a spin to check out the gears, brakes and handling. It was a beautiful day at the park and once I got settled knew that this wasn’t just a fling.The guys at the bike store said I’d get hooked, and quickly. While cruising I already started planning my next fix. How could I fit biking into my busy schedule this week? Where could I find a group to ride with? The realization hit me: Oh my god, I can do a triathlon now.

My gorgeous hybrid. She started it all…

Running, you’ve been good to me. I still love you and always will. But I hope that you can make room for my new loves. Please understand that I am just a young, confused athlete who wants it all… running, biking, swimming. It’s not that you’re not good enough, it’s just that I want too much.

Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you. In fact, I’ll see you tomorrow for 20.