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Crotch Ouch – Repost

30 Friday Aug 2013

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I haven’t been on my bike in a while.  Every time I go past the LA River Bike Path (which is more often than you would expect) I think, “I should get my bike out.”  I don’t though.  It’s not a very dog friendly activity and if the dogs can’t do it with me there is less chance that I’m going to make time to do it.  When I do decide to get the ol’ bike out the “prep” experience causes me to sweat uncontrollably.  Before even getting on the bike!  First you have to squeeze into those silly shorts.  Then you have to check your tire pressure and, if you are me, get the pump out to fill each one.  Then you have to put the bike rack on the car and hoist the bike up.  Whew!  I’m beat just thinking about it.  Ions ago when I was training for my triathlons I use to go out on my bike on a regular basis.  Here is a post from back in that time of my life.  Enjoy …

Crotch Ouch

After my long bike ride on Sunday I asked a question that I’m sure had been asked a million times before. Why don’t they make bike seats comfortable? I mean what is the point of making them as painful as possible? Doesn’t seem logical.

I know from experience and from the dozen or so real bikers that yell at me via Twitter whenever I complain about an ouch in my crotch/bum area that biking shorts make a huge difference. It is obviously a scam of the biking industry. Why they feel they have to put super duper padding in your shorts, so you feel like you are walking around with a load in your pants, vs. just adding padding to the seat is beyond me.

The only “biker short” I currently own are sewn into my very pastel colored tri-suit. I’m not riding around LA looking like an Easter egg. So Monday I made my way to REI’s online site and found some women’s biker shorts on clearance. Today they showed up. Holy Adult Diaper Batman! These things are not kidding! I took a picture (above) for you to get an idea of what I’m dealing with here. The one pair I turned inside out so you can see the additional crotch/bum padding. The second I poised behind … standing on it’s own … like a ghost of the bike seat it never was.

I haven’t tried them on but I’m pretty confident I’ll look ridiculous wearing them. Oh well! At least there will be less crotch ouch!

Feeling Blue?

01 Monday Jul 2013

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I just received this email message:

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Why yes Trek bike e-mail marketing folks I do feel blue.  How did you know?  I took this as a sign that I should cancel my evening Bar Method class and instead get out my non-Trek (I’m not fancy enough for that brand) bike and take a cruise.  Then I thought about having to put on those tight bike pants with the giant pad in the crotch and figured I’d stick with Bar Method for my stress release today.

I think the more important thing is why am I blue:

  • Is it because I just drove Shug home?  That means driving in to and out of Santa Monica, and that commute would make a grown man cry.
  • Is it because it’s Chloe’s last day and I will miss my two little dogs?  Nah.  I mean I will miss them but I’ll be happy to give some well deserved TLC to Riggins.
  • Is it because you can’t get those delicious fat chocolate chip cookies at Carl’s Jr. anymore?  Let’s face it that is just devastating and frankly has eliminated one of my life coping mechanisms.
  • Is it because I gotta pack for my Fourth of July camping trip and I hate packing?
  • Is it because it’s so hot outside I sweat just thinking about going out there?
  • Is it because I really need money and received no less than 3 calls from a gentleman wanting to talk about a VP of Sales job in the same industry I just left?  DING DING DING.  I think we have a winner.

I believe it is these voice mails sitting on my phone, staring at me, mocking me, and that I have been avoiding, that have me silently sobbing while driving down the 101.  As you know I left my job because I was unhappy and very stressed.  Stressed to the point that it was hurting my quality of life.  So I left …. now I have no job.  No prospects … except for jobs exactly (or really similar) to the one I left.  The thought of having to take one so that I can pay my bills sends me into a downward spiral requiring Xanax and mixed cocktails.  Let’s face it could I do it?  Yes.  Am I good at it?  Yes.  Would I be miserable?  Probably.  Sigh …. why oh why can’t someone give me a shot at doing something else?  Something I’d like to do and wouldn’t dread?  Is this really what we have come to?  Having to choose between a roof over our heads and happiness.  No possibility of both?  THAT’S DEPRESSING.  No wonder I’m blue.  Why can’t someone call me and say “I saw your resume on (insert one of many job related sites) and would love for you to be the executive director of Los Angeles’ new no kill shelter.”?????  Is that really too much to ask?????

In order to put a stop to my giant pity party of one (plus two dogs in the backseat) I swung into McDonald’s for a tasty $1 large diet coke, came home, put on my big girl panties and called back the job dude.  He was very nice and understanding.  I am just beyond sacred that it will get to a point where I will have to buckle and take a job like my old one and by the time it comes to that I would have already told everyone I’m done with sales and they won’t want me.  Aaaaaaahhhhh.

To stop the stress and unhappiness let me share pictures of Chloe and Mashugana with you.  They can make anyone happy!

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Feeling Blue?

01 Monday Jul 2013

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I just received this email message:

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Why yes Trek bike e-mail marketing folks I do feel blue. How did you know? I took this as a sign that I should cancel my evening Bar Method class and instead get out my non-Trek (I’m not fancy enough for that brand) bike and take a cruise. Then I thought about having to put on those tight bike pants with the giant pad in the crotch and figured I’d stick with Bar Method for my stress release today.

I think the more important thing is why am I blue:

  • Is it because I just drove Shug home? That means driving in to and out of Santa Monica, and that commute would make a grown man cry.
  • Is it because it’s Chloe’s last day and I will miss my two little dogs? Nah. I mean I will miss them but I’ll be happy to give some well deserved TLC to Riggins.
  • Is it because you can’t get those delicious fat chocolate chip cookies at Carl’s Jr. anymore? Let’s face it that is just devastating and frankly has eliminated one of my life coping mechanisms.
  • Is it because I gotta pack for my Fourth of July camping trip and I hate packing?
  • Is it because it’s so hot outside I sweat just thinking about going out there?
  • Is it because I really need money and received no less than 3 calls from a gentleman wanting to talk about a VP of Sales job in the same industry I just left? DING DING DING. I think we have a winner.

I believe it is these voice mails sitting on my phone, staring at me, mocking me, and that I have been avoiding, that have me silently sobbing while driving down the 101. As you know I left my job because I was unhappy and very stressed. Stressed to the point that it was hurting my quality of life. So I left …. now I have no job. No prospects … except for jobs exactly (or really similar) to the one I left. The thought of having to take one so that I can pay my bills sends me into a downward spiral requiring Xanax and mixed cocktails. Let’s face it could I do it? Yes. Am I good at it? Yes. Would I be miserable? Probably. Sigh …. why oh why can’t someone give me a shot at doing something else? Something I’d like to do and wouldn’t dread? Is this really what we have come to? Having to choose between a roof over our heads and happiness. No possibility of both? THAT’S DEPRESSING. No wonder I’m blue. Why can’t someone call me and say “I saw your resume on (insert one of many job related sites) and would love for you to be the executive director of Los Angeles’ new no kill shelter.”????? Is that really too much to ask?????

In order to put a stop to my giant pity party of one (plus two dogs in the backseat) I swung into McDonald’s for a tasty $1 large diet coke, came home, put on my big girl panties and called back the job dude. He was very nice and understanding. I am just beyond sacred that it will get to a point where I will have to buckle and take a job like my old one and by the time it comes to that I would have already told everyone I’m done with sales and they won’t want me. Aaaaaaahhhhh.

To stop the stress and unhappiness let me share pictures of Chloe and Mashugana with you. They can make anyone happy!

image (13) photo (10) image (16)