Underwear Purgatory

So for all those not aware I've taken on the challenge of the Triathalon with Ms. G-love. Today was not my first biking day but it was my first day back on a bike. The previous bike workouts on my schedule were completed on spinning bikes at the gym due to the fact that I don't own a bike yet.

I found that one of our local bike shops rents bikes and the rest is history. An hour and a half and one sunburn later I had a much better experience than my last adventure on a bike. For those not hip to that fateful day it ended ... well actually started with one major crash and burn a lot less skin significant bleeding and ended with 3 months of physical therapy.

As for today my ride started out really pathetic. There was not what I would call a fear more like intense nervousness. It was a toss up between that 4 year old that just got their training wheels off and the 85 year old at the wheel of their 87 Caddy riding the brake like there's no tomorrow. Once my triathalon buddie, Crystal, and I were off the road, out of traffic and onto the MKT trail things got a little better. I managed to start boosting my bike confidence .... some much needed bike confidence. I was cruzing by the time we were heading back the shop to return the rental bikes. Not too bad but the next go around I've made the mental note to wear regular underwear. Boy-shorts tend to shift when you're peddling on that bike for miles. I experience what I have now dubbed underwear purgatory. It's not quite in; it's not quite out; but it's definately not comfortable. Bad bad news. Ahhh, all in a days ride. :0)



It's never to late, to start riding again.