For cycling, I wear padded, spandex biking shorts. Yes, I do. I readily admit this conjures up a somewhat unpleasant and even humorous mental image for a lady with salt-and-pepper hair (emphasis on the salt), but there it is. Now, my husband, who also wears the padded shorts while cycling (and cuts a much better figure in them than I do, just sayin’) has two very practical rules for wearing spandex. I share them here:
Bob’s two rules for wearing spandex—
Rule #1 To wear spandex, you must have the right body type, and….
Rule #2 ….nobody has the right body type.
No matter, I wear it anyway because otherwise I’m in pain. It’s affectionately referred to as “saddle soreness”, which I get even with the padding if I haven’t been diligently riding my bike enough. It’s that infamous truism, if you don’t use it, you lose it.
Of course, that’s a phrase that’s been around a long time and applies to more important issues then my derrière on a hard little cycle-saddle. For example, my algebra skills are markedly decayed, but I’m pretty doggone good at making (and eating) homemade pizza. Evidently, skills aren’t the only Continue reading “OK, OK, so the shorts are padded already!”