Ok, so today was the first official day. I got home and ate some dinner. I changed into the festive little bike shorts. Ok, so let's establish something bike shorts are not like other lycra shorts. What sets them apart...ah the magic elephant size pull-up that has been stitched into the crotch. At first you are very aware of the maxipad from hell between your legs but eventually that goes away. We drove out to the park. Once you are on that bike seat you are kind of glad that you have a defensive barrier between you and that seat. Although I did find that this seat was far more comfortable than the seat that was on the hybrid bike I have. What else did I learn? The road bike was so much faster, and more fun to ride than the hybrid bike. It was wonderful. Ok, back to the seat and the shorts and the crotch. I started to wonder if you could get callouses on your butt. I mean I have a ped-egg for my feet and I seriously know I am not doing that to my ass. Not happening. I will live with callouses. Is that how that word is spelled? I don't care I am too lazy to look it up. I did discover where my "sit bones" were. The books word not mine. That doesn't take but about 5minutes to figure out. I may have lots of padding back there but unfortunately my neanderthal rock sitting butt doesn't having padding everywhere. I guess cave girl really wasn't thinkng about that since they just got fire and the wheel was a few years off. Probably didn't have a workshop. Anyway, when I got back from the ride I discovered the other big reason cyclists wear the maxi pad. My butt was soaked. All the water puddles that had splashed up onto my back side had been absorbed by my pants. I think possibly I could have absorbed a 32oz coke if I had spilled one. Now that is a vision. Sliding around on my behind soaking up a spilled beverage. Don't laugh I used a size 6 diaper to do just that in the dressing room of Dillard's Dump one day. Leak Guard ain't got nothing on Huggies.
So I was reading in my handy dandy book about using your butt muscles. Yes, somehow it all goes back to the butt. Push back into the seat and it will give you more power. I'll be damned if that didn't work. It was awesome. I had intended to ride for an hour or more. I made it 50 minutes, but not because I was too tired. I probably could have made a few more laps around the park, but I was watching the sun go down and thought I better not push it. I did about 10 miles. I wouldn't know how far I actually went since I am apparently brain damaged and didn't actually learn how to make that stupid little computer thingee on my bike work. I will have to discover how to do that tonight.
Well, I have new tires on the bike and new tubes. My bike rocks. I do need to get a new helmet. I think the mom helmet that I am wearing detracts from the sweaty bike rider mystique I am sure that I am striking at the park. OOOHH aren't you scared of me. I am scared of me. Let's just hope I can actually move in the morning without the aid of a walker.
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