Potty Mouth

I forgot to share a funny incident while I was running yesterday.  Because, quite frankly, when I was done running I couldn't remember anything especially funny about it at the time.  It was *that* kind of run.  (as in "not worth repeating")

But after I reflected on it overnight I remembered a funny little ditty that did pick up my spirits around mile 7.  Which, by the way, happened to be the mile in which I was about to give up on this run.  But I didn't.  So I'd like to give a shout out to two cyclists.  Who are probably still laughing at me today.

Although a beautiful day to run, I myself, was not having a fantastic run.   Due to miscommunication with the hubby we were no longer running together.

Side note - when planning to run "together" communicate better when starting the run.  I warned the hubby I might have to pee.  He said (and I really quote) "Ok, I can pause my watch".  I took to mean "I'll wait for you."  When we got to a potty at mile 2.5 I tapped him and said I was hitting the bathroom and he mumbled "these shorts are driving me crazy!" (I had watched him fight with them riding up the whole 2.5 miles...) so when I came out of the potty a scant 90 seconds later and he wasn't there I assumed he stepped into the men's room to "adjust".  I waited.  and waited.  and waited.  and waited over FOUR MINUTES.  Finally I asked some college kid stretching if he'd seen my hubby "did he have water bottles like you?" YES! Did you see him?  "Uh, yea.  He went around the circle and kept going."  Son of a....

Ok, so after I steamed about that for about two miles....  I realized my seething was at least keeping my mind off of many aches and pains that I usually did not have to deal with.  But now that I was over the bathroom incident I now had to contend with running over five more miles and I was just not "feeling it".

Around mile 7 I was really getting down and came to a circle in our route back in the woods.  I was going really slow and mentally decided to buckle down.  No more screwin' around!  I was mad at myself for letting the run get to me.  "Mad" really doesn't describe it.  "Angry", "Pissed", "F'in Fed Up"!  That's what I was really feelin'.  And so I told myself so.  Out loud.   My exact words were:

F#%K!  C'MON J!!!

And right as the words came out of my mouth (most likely much louder than I intended... I was wearing my earphones, after all...)  a cyclist buzzed my right side!  I literally smacked both hands over my mouth I was so shocked to see him.  I truly thought I was back there totally by myself! 

Completely embarrassed, I yelled "I'm sorry!!  I was talking to myself!!"  And no sooner had those words come out of my mouth his girlfriend (I assume) came whisking past my left side! 

Apparently they did hear me because he looked back over his shoulder, chuckling, with a "that's all right!"  and they kept going.

So I spent the next mile and a half laughing at myself for being such an idiot and hoping they got a good laugh out of it.

WARNING: Possible TMI

It occurred to me the other day I should have put a warning on my piano tuner rant.  Nobody cares about my issues with a piano tuner.  But I had to get it out of my system.  So "thanks" to you guys who read it and commiserated in my misery.

On that note I realized I should put a warning on this entry too.  But it's not a rant.  It's more of too-much-info in nature.  But if you're my friend then you're used to this anyway so read on.  (the voices in my head are asking me why bother with the warning 'cuz ya'll know I share TMI all the time anyway.  Good question.  I must have a full discussion with voices at a later date.  Full conversations to ones' self in the office could lead to psych eval or immediate dismissal.)

Folks, I remember why I'm not a lover of cycling.  Yeah, I know, I've done two century rides but that was to spend more time with the hubby.  I don't hate it per se....  it's just not my favorite.  And here's why.

I've been taking spinning classes for the past few weeks.  I never even bothered to get my bike out this year so this class was my first time back in the saddle since last year's century ride.  Over the weekend I noticed some numbness.  And this numbness wasn't in my fingertips.....  (for those of you still clueless, I am referring to female anatomy that, when shortened, rhymes with "pit".  With me now??)

Using the phrase that MH prefers - This ain't doing it for the "marital relations", if you catch my drift.  And we all know that, generally speaking, married folks usually have their own slew of issues over this matter so I don't need to be contributing to the problem.  I'm only interested in finding solutions!!

Which I must point out is ironic since one of the reasons I started this whole endeavor was to also lose a few pounds to perk up my self image thus to perk up....  well you get the idea.  And now that has backfired.

So, in my usual manner what do I do??  I ask my tri-coach, TM, if she too has heard of this issue and has any solutions.  Last might was my second time meeting with her.  If I'm anything I'm not shy.  But it appears I'm not the only one suffering from "Ahcantfeelmyclititis". 

I knew they made saddles with cut outs for guys. (to stop putting pressure on nerves that are "down there" that in turn cause numbness and possible other issues.)  But I didn't know they made then for women too!

See the "complete cutaway is comfortable on soft tissues"??  Yeah - this is what I need.  The problem?  This saddle is $75...  They have another one that I'd actually prefer...  but it's $135.  And of course - this is only for my road bike.  Can't do anything about the spinning bikes they have in the gym. 
Well honey - if you want to know what to get my for Christmas.....  (BTW  http://www.terrybicycles.com/)