Got to love the post-ride lard bar … sorry, meal.
Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve always associated riding with eating. There’s randomness thrown in – the farmer’s market the town over that you had never really heard of before, a patch of berries spotted while flying down a hill, etc.
Then there’s the added carrying capacity of the bike. I haven’t quite worked out the hydration logistics of running for much more than an hour, but on a bike, it’s a no-brainer – plop a bottle in the cage, and you’re set. Don’t need to hold on to anything, doesn’t affect your pedal stroke, etc.
But somehow, food tastes sweeter after a good ride.