As you might have read before, my biking obsession is coming along quite nicely; aided by my Tahoe TNT Team, my enthusiasm for stretchy fabric, and my (now far away) boyfriend.
I haven't really done too many long rides, so I was not so sure about the infamous padded-butt shorts that most spandex-donning cyclist owns. Mind you, I was not in doubt of their comforting qualities, I was more so in doubt of my ability to shrug off my vanity and put on what essentially feels like a tight, expensive, adult diaper. I figured that I just needed to condition my seat (read: torture myself) until I was, as my team mates put it "ready for the saddle". (I love how cavalier that sentiment is.)
I saw however, that we had a 30-mile ride on the schedule last weekend (and a 40 this weekend), so I figured it was time to swallow my pride and add some padding to my backside. My friend that "helped" me pick them out (the quotes refer to her inability to stop laughing while I was strutting out of the dressing room) and my roommates said the same thing: "Hey, now it looks like you actually have a butt."
Gee, thanks guys.
Bottom line is (pun intended) I'm sold on padded butt shorts.
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What? You have a blog? Yes! This makes me happy. Now I'm going to blog-stalk you. Watch out.
Happy birthday!
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