No really. I am going to be talking about an aching butt. Pain in the a** (PITA for further reference) just sounds better. And here, very involuntarily, the words that my husband will use with his band of boys pop in to my head. Can't write them here though. Some one might 'report abuse' and shut down my infrequent musings.
So well, this is a much delayed relay of my herculean task - a 20km cyclothon! Honestly, the last time I was on a cycle was almost a decade ago (I am ashamed to admit my age here, but old ,really old) and then I happily hop on to this geared contraption (they didn't even make this variety in my days!) to pedal on for 20 long kms on a rocky road no less.
I was just hoping that I won't fall off and make a spectacle of myself, much less stay on for the entire course. I happily thought that if I could pedal no longer I would turn and come back! What delusions! For schemers like us, the organisers had devised a devilishly clever secluded circuitous route. So really, I didn't know where I was at most times, therefore there was no option to turn back. Good way to keep the moral up!
We'll it was for a good cause, and we had these really neat smiley stickers on our tees. So on we paddled and after a few hours plodded and later just huffed and puffed our way back and collapsed in a heap.
After the first two hours, I could barely sit on the bike, had finished my water supply, and was baking in the hot sun. And when the victorious 2 (the sister in law had very sportingly joined me in this break back [break - not broke] activity) came back home, we were bedridden for the day with a solid headache! So much for adventure. But a couple of headache pills later I was game to try it out again at some later date.
Btw - still apologising to a friend whose big b'day surprise bash I missed bc I had to go cycle at 6. C'est la vie :)
So well, this is a much delayed relay of my herculean task - a 20km cyclothon! Honestly, the last time I was on a cycle was almost a decade ago (I am ashamed to admit my age here, but old ,really old) and then I happily hop on to this geared contraption (they didn't even make this variety in my days!) to pedal on for 20 long kms on a rocky road no less. I was just hoping that I won't fall off and make a spectacle of myself, much less stay on for the entire course. I happily thought that if I could pedal no longer I would turn and come back! What delusions! For schemers like us, the organisers had devised a devilishly clever secluded circuitous route. So really, I didn't know where I was at most times, therefore there was no option to turn back. Good way to keep the moral up!
We'll it was for a good cause, and we had these really neat smiley stickers on our tees. So on we paddled and after a few hours plodded and later just huffed and puffed our way back and collapsed in a heap.
After the first two hours, I could barely sit on the bike, had finished my water supply, and was baking in the hot sun. And when the victorious 2 (the sister in law had very sportingly joined me in this break back [break - not broke] activity) came back home, we were bedridden for the day with a solid headache! So much for adventure. But a couple of headache pills later I was game to try it out again at some later date.
Btw - still apologising to a friend whose big b'day surprise bash I missed bc I had to go cycle at 6. C'est la vie :)
