What a ride !

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. One of our members was delighted when her buttocks inspired a lorry driver to sound his horn. The other two of us tried to claim some credit, but as she was taking up the rear at the time, we gave her the benefit of our doubt. We had various sensory experiences as we cycled along, feeling the breeze on our cheeks, tasting the dead flies in our mouths, hearing the traffic zoom by and having the sudden remarkably painful feeling of hitting a bump in the road with one's front tyre, sending shock waves reverberating through ones front bottom ! Rider one squeeled, I squeeked and Rider 3 groaned loudly...note to self...padded shorts required. We returned back to the home of one of "The Ardee Bikes" and her lovely husband kindly advised me that my seat was too low, my tyres too soft and my bike too small...and I hadn't noticed ! He gave a quick squeeze to my saddle ( the actual bike saddle!) and then pulled the gel cover off his to display the small split, apparently made to decrease the pressure on a mans pubic bone while cycling. I initially thought it was where he rested his veg but apparently not. He very kindly to " pump my tyres" and " adjust my saddle"...in front of his own wife ! He wasn't even wearing a helmet ! I just admit I am looking forward to that feeling of a hard black thing between my legs as I peddle madly........