This weekend has marked the first weekend, in my camping season, I was able to get my peddle to the metal. As you may recall, if you are reading or following me, last camping trip I was barely able to walk thanks to my sporadically spasming legs, let alone get on a bike. So now I have an achy, breaky butt!
I work my legs hard in the gym but this is different. I always think I'm in pretty decent shape and I am pretty sure I can keep up with the average Joe/ Jane or in my case Paul, UNTIL I get on a bike.
The balance is one thing. I am naturally clumsy so yes, I start to wobble back and forth like a clown on a unicycle. Then there is the struggle up the hills. As I feel like a champ conquering the hills breathing sharply, feeling the air burning in my lungs and my quads screaming in pain, I see my husband breezily passing me by like the wicked witch of the west after she's kidnapped Toto, or in my case my baby girl. To the achy, breaky feel of my glutes as a seat that feels like a seagull's beak is up my ass. Yes, I know all you bike people out there are wondering why I don't get an ergomatically correct gel seat but honestly, I totally forgot about adjusting anything for myself as I am always concerned for the kids and their ability to ride their bikes and have fun first.
So yes, my butt is now in distress. But I know it isn't the seat that has made it sore but the lack of those particular muscles that have made it sore. The foreign terrains, the natural environment and the uneven hills that have worked these hard to reach muscles, have made it sore.
As irritated and pained as my posterior is, it will not and has not stopped me from getting back on that bike again. I will revel and even enjoy that pain as it will be short lived and the adventures I will be able to enjoy while on it, will be endless.
FROM THE GREAT OUTDOORS,
Until Next Time,
Live from the Inside Out,