As a kid, I had a ton of different bikes. My brothers and I were so tough on them. I have so many wonderful stories of making ramps, jumps, crashes, and so much more. On one particular crash, I had to walk home with my bike because I had literally bent the handle bars into a non-maneuverable position. Craziness. It is amazing how I no longer remember the pain from the numerous accidents.
My bike riding of prior to my tri training was a lazy ride here and there with the kids. It wasn’t always an easy ride to keep up with them, and many times was more of a workout then I expected.
Well, my tri training has brought bike riding to a new level. My bike has this wonderful granny s
eat with these wonderful gel cushions. One big problem, my bike is really heavy. I quickly learned what a road bike was, and amazingly, I was able to buy a really nice one super cheap from a family who is fully of cyclist and triathletes. It doesn’t come with a granny seat and gel cushions. It isn’t called a seat. It is called a saddle. After my first 45 minute ride on it, I quickly realized why it was called so. It, the saddle, alters the way one will sit, stand, and walk for numerous days. No fears, many cyclist I know have been so kind to inform me that it will take about a year for me to not remember the saddle. OH YAY!
My new motto continues: Pain is weakness leaving the body. I have lots of weakness!
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