No, the Situponisaur is not a recently discovered dinosaur, though if it were, my nephew Max would surely know of it already. The Situponisaur (alt. spelling: SituponisSore) is what happens when you take one out-of-shape, forty-something woman, put her on a bicycle with a narrow saddle designed for a slender-hipped, fit woman, and send her pedaling for a few miles. Situponisaur is slow to manifest, and becomes evident only when that same woman attempts to settle onto the same bicycle saddle 36 hours later – because, really, the parts of the anatomy involved don’t have to bear much weight in any other situation. Oww! Oww! Oww!
Paul and I had planned to ride farther this morning than we did on Friday evening, but we opted for the same distance at a slightly faster pace. (Less time on the saddle = less pain.) While I can feel the muscles in my thighs and calves in a way that I did not a couple of days ago, it’s a good feeling, and one that I can work through. I know the Situponisaur will fade with regular cycling (and perhaps a wider saddle), but until it does, riding is going to be quite literally a pain in the ass. Oww! Oww! Oww!
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Ouch! That doesn’t sound fun at all…
Michele sent me!
Oh I know what you mean. I have gone to a few spinning classes and the next day my hiney felt like I had all sorts of things going on just short of it falling off from pain. But good job on riding!
Michele sent me
If you are going to ride a lot you should look into buying a decent saddle that will suit you. I have a very good road bike and I replaced the saddle with the butterfly made by Terry. It is designed for women. There are also comfort seats that are wide and padded. The right saddle depends on your riding position and your body. A good bike shop can help you.
An uncomfortable saddle will mean you don’t want to bike. And it can be very painful. But it doens’t have to be.
Oh, you are a funny one! (Not the pain part–the situponisaur part.) Boo continues to reminisce about his Seattle adventures. In addition to his “Uncle Paul” chant, yesterday he began to say, “Cat named Lyra! Cat named Lyra!” Suddenly he’s jumped from words to phrases–helpful, cooperative ones, of course, like “Stop it!” and “Let me go!”
Ugh, my bike is hanging in the garage taunting me. I feel your pain. Or I would, if I took the thing off the hooks and actually RODE it.
My husband keeps bringing up “getting bikes” . Even though we work out regularly. I am not much of a bike rider. I will have to tell him about Situponisaur!
I love your name for it – lol – hope you “toughen up” soon!
Stick with it. The world is so beautiful from a bike. I wish I had somebody to go biking with!
that made me laugh out loud…
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