Just when I finally got comfortable on my mountain bike, my other half decided that it was about time to get my ass on a road bike. GREAT IDEA! That was until I actually tried to ride the bloody thing.
It must have been a man who designed the female road bike and a pissed off man at that. There I was with my arse in the air, my face facing the ground and the stupid saddle digging in to my girly bits when I released that I wasn’t quite made to fit a bike. My belly is too big and my boobs too top heavy. Ironically, I had the perfect shape to justify exercise and diet but the worst shape to actually use the exercise equipment to make me skinny enough not to exercise.
So I came home and had some chocolate.
I will try again tomorrow.