Those who aren’t cyclists out there may have never experienced one of the less desirable aspects of cycling…the saddle sore. There is no need to go into details here except to say that we are not simply talking about a sore (bruised) posterior after riding a saddle to which you are not accustomed. This is a malady that those who race bikes for a living must endure from time to time. Experiencing one of the very few things I have in common with the cycling elite, the last 3 days have been my time to endure.
Here is what a bike does when its riding companion is not up to the task…
…kinda pathetic, isn’t it?
On the positive side of things, I’ve still got the new bike which continues to impress, a few hours of training were completed during the first week, and I was able to get back on the bike again today to start the second week. Not fully recovered, one doesn’t want to be greedy. Instead, I thought to myself, “Let’s keep the ride duration well within the comfort zone…and survive to ride again.”
Spinning slowly along, skooching around on the saddle to find the optimum position, was better than staying inside and let frustration build. Standing to climb the small hills nearby was an absolute joy.