Jen Does Fitness: Bike Seats Are Torture Devices, 40.7km's In A Single Ride!

This weekend Mr JDF and son have gone camping for the weekend. So it's just my daughter and I. On Friday night I asked her if she'd like to go for a ride to Currumbin early Saturday morning. She said yes! Woo hoo! Big ride ahead...

I woke at 4am on Saturday and thought I'd cancel. Afterall, I hadn't gotten to bed until after midnight and was feeling a little fatigued. While I lay there hoping that shut eye would reappear, I did some online browsing and came across this little ispirational pic:

As soon as I read it I thought 'Yes!' I realised that if I didn't ride, I'd be disappointed with myself later in the day which can lead to all sorts of negativity. I thought I'd see how we went and so a few hours later, Cat (daughter) and I, were off! We left home at around 7.30 am and arrived at our destination at around 9am. Awesome! We spent a little time, about 20 minutes at the beach where my daughter decided to climb the rock. She's been climbing it for years and loves it. However she went to the beach with some friends awhile ago, and they were all too scared to climb it. Weird!

When we left, we took a more direct route home stopping at the local fruit shop on the way home for some oranges and some of these coconut date things:

I ate 5 of those suckers. I was out of energy by the time we reached the fruit shop and only around 10-15 minutes from home, but I had a few hills and wasn't sure I could make it. A few minutes after eating the datey-coconutty things, I was off again! We got home and I managed to do a whole bunch of housework on top of everything else.

The only downer to my ride was the pain inflicted on my lady bits. This thing is an instrument of torture:

I'd go as far as to say that at a guess, this bike seat was designed by a woman-hating man who had an abusive mother who wants any woman who rides to feel like they got kicked in the vag. Literally, by the time I got home, skin had been removed. Like the poor thing had been scoured with steel wool. Thank goodness for Coconut Magic's wonderful oil. I've been applying that to the grazed area and it's helping immensely. I'm going to invest in a new bike seat, and a pair of riding pants with no seam on the crotch. It's either that or let the 'delicate area' get tough skin like an elephants knee or an old person's heel. Yetch! Nobody wants that! That being said, I'd rather have a bike with a torture seat than a bike with no seat at all.

I'm extremely happy with myself. This ride covered 40.7kms which is around 18kms more than my previous longest ride and it was just a few short months ago that I'd ride to work (around 7kms) and arrive a sweaty, puffed out mess. Progress is made! Exciting!

Some more pics for you because I like sharing photos: