bigfoodiemama

My second ride was much more comfortable as Prince Albert pumped me up, greased my balls and lit me up.....and all while MILF looked on ! I was truly delighted that my bottom seemed to have survived the initial ride without undue discomfort, but as I lowered myself back onto my saddle, a bruised feeling emanated from my nethers and it took a little time before I considered myself comfortably mounted. MILF, Twinkle Toes and I decided on a flat 20k route and on a beautiful evening rode out in the sunshine towards the vision that is Carrickmacross . MILF and I took the lead, a bit surprised that Twinkle Toes was lagging a bit behind. We gave her the benefit of the doubt due to a recent bad injury and slowed to let her catch up a couple of times, delighted that she was back in our company and wishing her a speedy return to full fitness. Turns out her apparent slowness was due to the fact that she was in completely the wrong gear and for every single rotation we made with our pedals Twinkl

OK, so the knee is improving and the pain in my butt slowly decreasing. The time had come to get back into training, but in the knowledge that a slow re entry was required, so as to prevent any further injury. Oh boy did I need to get out ! The 5 weeks enforced rest had seen a decline in my good humour and an inversely proportional increase in my perceived level of flabbiness. Saturday last, I took to the local football pitch while youngest son was training and walked happily at speed for a few laps, and it felt great. Two nights later I hit the pitch again but managed a small amount of running without any ill effect. I was delighted. One of the KOK's has a dodgy knee at present and another wanted a different challenge, so last night we took to the bypass on our bicycles, helmets securely fastened and buttocks clenching the firm, slender black saddles. Nervously we took to the road, but gradually our confidence increased, our bums went numb and we happily cycled 15k while chatting.