Before I even start, the struggle against saddle bum is real!
Finally, it’s that time of year again. The sun is beginning to poke out from behind the clouds separating fresh April showers, trees and flowers are showing the first signs of their gorgeous blooms and the days are now longer. How I’ve waited for the days I don’t go to work in the dark and trudge home in the dark. It’s amazing. Everyone you see is so much happier and friendlier. The one thing that I have noticed is the amount of people out riding bicycles. There is no age range. Absolutely everyone is doing it. With a summer holiday on the horizon, I thought “That’s it! The best, most fun way to get fit is to get on a bike and go go go.”
“cocktail sausage rolls & a bottle of Presecco”
With all the best intentions in the world, we (my partner has to come along to encourage and motivate me of course) log onto the worldwide web and order 2 bikes. Easy. Done. A couple of days before collecting our new keep fit machines, I had ideas of long summer days where we would set off in the morning with a picnic of mini scotch eggs, cocktail sausages and a bottle of Prosecco. We would enjoy the long days, gorgeous countryside views and we would be laughing and joking, as we cycled along, without a care in the world.It suddenly dawned on me. I hadn’t even sat in a saddle for over 25 years. What if I can’t ride? Of course I can, it’s just like riding a bike, right?
By the time our bike’s arrive, I reckon that as long as I don’t stray too far and stay within my own little area, I’ll be fine. Holy moly! I’ve actually forgotten how to ride a bike. How is this possible. My arms moved the handlebars frantically from left to right for absolutely no reason whilst I’m trying to ride in a straight line. Don’t even get me started on turning. Wobbling like a party jelly, I was convinced I was going to fall over to one side and land flat on the ground. it was somewhat of an achievement when I literally rode into a walking neighbour. Don’t worry, neither of us were permanently damaged. I had no control whatsoever over this two wheeled monster. I sneaked a peek over at my bike buddy. What the..? she looks like she’s in training for the Tour De bloody France! How on God’s green earth is she doing that? I watch her gliding along like a figure skating on the brink on winning the world championships and here’s me like a sumo wrestler about to get thrashed in the early stages of qualification. Life is so not fair. It’s safe to say that this is killing me. That whole experience must’ve lasted roughly 8 and a half minutes. I kid you not, I had had enough.My heart felt as though it were about to explode from the deepest cavities of my chest, the burn on my thighs resembled an overweight animated devil (trident an all) cycling up and down them with fire as wheels. Never again.
“training for the Tour De bloody France”
After a few hours, I was over it and was looking forward to going out again. Although, I was seriously sporting saddle bum, the motivation was there the day after. I mounted this not so scary beast and after a wobbly start, I was off. The ridiculous moving of the handlebars was replaced by strong arms in control and even though I was still slightly cautious with turning, I was actually riding with confidence. We left the car park and cycled down the beaten road and onto the canal banking. Even though the possibility was real, I did not fall into the water. We rode back again and I’m loving it. The difference between the 2 days was unbelievable. I was flying. I CAN RIDE A BIKE. I’m 38 years old and I can ride a bike. Hallelujah.
“Oh my God. What is that? A hill? Oh no, just keep going. You can do it.” I could not breathe and my heart was racing. That little devil was back with a vengeance up and down my thighs. “Keep going, keep going. YES. I’ve done it” Technically I got a quarter of the way up and then could physically do no more. I ‘walked’ my bike to around the halfway mark on the hill and free wheeled home to safety. Tomorrow is another day and my aim to get to the top of that blasted hill. baby steps though, at least I’ve not fallen off and I’ve managed something that I was unable to do this time last week. I was so chuffed with my progress today… whats a girl in training to do? go out for a burger of course. Replace the calories I have sweated out. I deserved it. 15 mins of cycling done. I’m almost a pro.