I’ve been riding outdoors lately, mostly on the cruiser bike and occasionally on the cross bike. Today, my window of riding opportunity was while it was raining, so I got on the powercrank-bedecked tri bike on the trainer. That tri bike fits me great…when I’m not pregnant, that is.
There might have been a few changes to my body structure, weight and center of gravity since then. Uh, yeah.
That tri bike feels downright evil now. Super ouch. That’s so it for the tri bike. My titanium classic beauty, it’s your turn to collect dust out in the shed. Sorry, girl. I’ll be back.
YOU are all baby! Cute pics, Alicia!!!
[...] I checked and it was mid July when I last tested my mettle against the golden cranks of torture. Five months. I was convinced that 30 minutes would be the best I could “crank” out, with at least 2 breaks to soothe the burning hips, but I underestimated myself. My feet kept turning with nary a concern about my smoothness of pedal stroke or cramping in my foot-lifting musculature. In fact, it was the saddle bothering my butt that convinced me that 45 minutes was enough thank you very much. [...]