Recovery Of Sorts (Ouch).

Sunday: Off the bike due to the fact that A. My ass and nether regions were rubbed raw, pinched and a real pain in the ass (pun completely intended). B., we were having a Memorial Day party and I needed to get take care of the food, try not to walk like my I just passed a cheese grader out my chute.

Monday: Ass still destroyed. Legs tired, and me even more tired from staying up 'till 2 a.m. hanging out with friends. The thought of sitting my ass in the saddle was NOT appealing in the least, especially with temps in the mid 90s. Eph that.

Today: Finally had enough, and forced myself on the bike. The temps were once again heading into the 90s, but since I got up early and got a bunch of xxcmag.com stuff done, I say "WTF?" and took to the dirt roads on the CX bike.

Ouch! I am still rocking some sort of sore/pinch/irritation on my one cheek and as soon as the ass hit the saddle I knew it was not going to be all that fun. My special mix of Preparation-H, Chamois Butt'r and peanut butter, was not helping the ass. But scootching around on the saddle until I found a "safe place," did. It also didn't help that the wind was gusting something fierce today. So half the ride sucked, and the other half made me feel like at TT champion as the tail wind pushed me home.

Food is starting to grow now.

The sun was pretty blazing too, but I didn't mind. After a winter and suck spring of slogging these roads in mud, ice and snow, it was fine by me to deal with a little hot sun.

I was happy to be out, and it was pretty easy to forget about the sore butt, wind, and dead legs after a bit. I might get out tomorrow, but I do need to step up some work tomorrow too, so who knows.

Except for one stretch of small hills, and a section of fresh dirt being graded, I stuck to a flat route like the pic above. Of course the wind did not make these roads as easy as they were supposed to be.

Fresh grass blowing in the wind,
fresh dirt, and freshly graded.

For the most part I plan to be taking it pretty low key this week, get some low key rides in and then and cap it off on Saturday by playing first base on Wifey's work kickball team (I am very much NOT kidding). In fact, I don't mean to brag, but I was sort of a kickball legend in grade school. LOL! Anxious to see what I'm like 30 years later!! Ha! Looking for a chicks dig ballers t shirt for the game.

Time to soak my buttocks.

Later.