Last night I went on my first training ride with my MS150 team. (Shamelessly soliciting donations for MS research here.) We biked 25 miles! I met a new friend named Laura and we rode together and got to talking about how expensive it can be to get into biking and running. Suddenly you need all this gear. Take, for example, padded butt biking shorts. I'm one of the few that has the good sense to cover up that shame with my famous pajama pants, but I wear the padded butt shorts underneath. Anyway, mine are actually "tri shorts", which means I bought them for a triathlon I did a few years back and they aren't as maxi padded as bike shorts, to make drying easier. Think mini pad. I was telling her all of this, and how I refuse to pony up the $50+ it's going to take to get the extra maxi padded butt shorts.
At that EXACT moment in time, we crossed paths with a man who had no legs, and was laying down on one of those cool bikes that is powered by a hand crank. I guess I was staring at him in sheer awe and pride as I told her all about my butt padding, and at the moment of contact as we rode by this man, and I was looking right at him, I concluded my story by saying, and I quote:
"So, I guess now it's 'toughen up, old friend'", referring of course to my crotch.
I cringed when I realized what had just happened and how all this poor brave awesome athletic disabled man probably heard me say as we whizzed by each other was,
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| "Not you, Sir! My crotch! I was telling my CROTCH to toughen up!" |
3 comments:
Now that lay-down bike would be quite doable for me I think. I would be able to have my martini on it wouldn't ya think?
I think we need to just make you one of those helmets with the straws connected to your mouth. Then you can take your martini everywhere you go!
not sure a tough crotch is what a person is looking for
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