I had my morning Try Fitness workout, a swim at Ala Moana Beach Park that included swimming and running drills. But I wanted more. I wanted more because I had a Rainbow Royal and French fries after that.
When I got home, John said he was taking the girls to the Waikiki Aquarium and that I didn’t have to go. So I decided, since he put my other bike up on the trainer, with my old favorite red saddle on it, I’d take it for a spin while watching something on the flat. I picked something that was supposed to be funny on TED. I swear. I am so dull. About 20 minutes into my ride to no where, the saddle did a crunk and then it was kinda moving under my butt.
The question is, was it because of my big fat huge butt? Was it because it really has seen the end of the road and should be retired? There I was, all by myself and quite embarrassed because I always feel like a cow and this kinda drove another nail in the fat-girl coffin. Self-esteem issues? Oh sure, bottomless pit.
So what did I do? Did I go make cow eyes and cry like a baby on The Chair of Immobility? HELLAS NO! I went out on my bike with her new Selle Italia Diva saddle and rode my shiny red bike all the way to Diamond Head and back. Some little dude tried to suck my wheel but I put my brakes on at The Oahu Club and he went by me. I almost said something cruel and mean, because I was still kinda stinging from cracking a saddle with my a$$ but I decided to be quiet. Imagine that? LOL. I had a fine ride and the new saddle could handle whatever pressure I wanted to put on it. Yay ME.