After riding a little ways, Forrest asked me if I was up for 10 miles. Hmmmmm...Insert thought bubble: I haven't been on a bike for seven years, I'm out of shape, overweight and full from dinner, and well, no. The alternative would have been five miles which sounded perfect. As we approached the five mile marker, he "shamed" me into the distant ten. I kid! He didn't really shame, but encouraged :) So, really when he asked me if I was up for ten miles, it didn't really matter what my answer was going to be :) Just kidding Forrest! The half way marker for the ten came and went and I really enjoyed the ride. I think it was actually like 9.1 miles and maybe like 45 minutes or an hour or something and time flew by. It was, I can honestly say, very enjoyable. The sights, the sounds, the exercise, the company...
Got back after the ride and I was beat! It took me a while to gain composer (remember, totally out of shape). I was jello legged, sopping wet in sweat and thirsty!
Fast forward to about an hour after the ride: I'm trying to stand up and as my muscles flexed down near my bum I realized - oh the pain! The thought finally housed in my brain that the pain in my bum was going to SUCK!!!! As I rolled out of bed this morning the pain in my bum was almost unbearable! ha! I was both laughing and hurting at the same time. I stopped laughing because laughing made my bum hurt more...so I was left hurting.
I definetely want to get back into riding again. I see bike ownership in the near future :)
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