Well, it had to happen sooner or later. The Little Geek decided to take a nice long nap this afternoon, so I decided to let the laundry sit for another day to make it sooner.
After 7 months of it hanging from the ceiling and 2 weeks of it staring at me from the trainer, I got back on the bike.
(Well, first I almost fell over trying to get back on it. THEN I actually got back on it.)
Ho. Ly. Crap. Did that ever hurt.
I eeked out a cadence of 75 rpm. Just. Barely. And that was after 5 minutes of warming up and scraping out 60 rpm in a pathetically easy gear.
There was a screaming contest between my saddle contact parts and my quads, which was nice. It kind of made me think about what women have dubbed "pregnesia." I mean, I remember starting out on the racing bike a few years ago sucking, but I don't remember it hurting quite this much.
And while I was at it, I learned some new math...
Original poochy tummy + aerobars = not great but doable
Newly extra poochy mommy tummy + aerobars = So. Not. Happening.
And I got all this crunchy backed, ouchy bottomed, burny quad goodness for the low, low price of 5 miles in 20 minutes.
Oy.
3 comments:
It can only get better from there. Good for you for getting back in the saddle. And yeay to the little guy for napping well.
I miss riding my bike so much I was dreaming about it the other night. The good thing about dreaming about riding... no sore parts.
Way to seize the opportunity, Siren!
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