My backside is killing me!
So are my knees.
Yesterday morning – still training for the London to Brighton ride – I did 26 miles on my bike. 24 miles of it was uphill, I think.
Several of us went out together – all part of the same team – and rode from Luton to Woburn Abbey and back. It was hard work, but also an enjoyable ride.
Today, I am paying the price. My legs ached a bit yesterday afternoon and I fully expected them to hurt like buggery today. Surprisingly though, they don’t.
My knees however, seem to give me grief after every training ride. They’re OK whilst I’m riding, but afterwards, any attempt at genuflexing leaves my groaning with pain, like an 80 year-old with arthritis.
And my bum! That feels like I’ve been perched on a very small, uncomfortable saddle for several hours… which is exactly what I have been doing. It doesn’t hurt for any other reason.
No, it doesn’t.
Mrs M is keen to get me into some lycra cycling shorts… the ones with the gel padding. That might help.
And maybe some stick-on sideburns, á la Bradley Wiggins.
I’d probably just look like John McCririck. In Spandex.
Like my sore arse, it doesn’t bear thinking about, does it?