This goes out to all three jerk-off cyclists who insisted on trying to run my husband and I off the shoulder of Highway 30 during our 20-mile training run. Yes, I realize we were running against traffic, and that we were hugging the shoulder on “the wrong side,” but was it actually necessary to ride straight into us? We gave you plenty of room since we were on the easement and we were already seven miles in! The best part was that it was three different cyclists at three different locations who tried to take us out. So, as I told you the first time you yelled at me, fuck off and share the shoulder with fellow sports enthusiasts, even if we don’t wear stupid little padded spandex shorts and flaming yellow attire.