From EN, who is training to PR at the Brooklyn Half Marathon, when I asked how it was going:
This weekend, I did 12 flat miles but the last mile was dreadful. On Sunday I rode my bike for 9 miles.
Every time I passed a runner, I made sure to leave plenty of space between us. Whenever a biker went in the opposite direction, I gave them a dirty look. Because I don’t like bikers, it’s the only way I can come to terms with myself on a bike.