Having barely ridden all year, and with Duncfest™ (first rule of Duncfest etc) on the horizon, I have taken it upon myself to re-train me arse so that I can play out on my bike without feeling like I’ve been dispatched by Henry VIII’s headsman from the wrong end.
Anyway, 8 rides in 2 weeks and I think I am back in the saddle, so to speak. I used to be able to do it on 6, but I guess I’m getting soft in my old age.
How many rides for your bum to be in its happy place?
Normally only 2 or 3 rides back in the saddle before the "arse eggs" are avoidable. This is mountain biking though... suspect road riding would take me much longer.
120 miles off-road on a hardtail/rigid bike in the last week (having only managed 200-odd all year until now) seems to have done the trick - the blitzkrieg of conditioning 🤣
I've currently no idea. All I know is that an average of sixty km per week doesn't do it for me.
I hadn't realised before just how resilient mine had become over the mid thirty years of my life. All gone now
The one time I've tried this, it's literally ended in tears...
Do you mean
a. Noun: A hole, rip, or fissure in a material caused by forcible damage
b. Noun: A drop of salty, clear liquid that flows from the eyes, typically as a result of strong emotion (such as sadness or happiness) or eye irritation
c. Both of the above
Is there such a thing with the right saddle ?
Not done much riding but quite happily rode 600k over 6 days 50:50 road/off road on my brooks c17. Likewise when I rode 2000k across British columbia - rode my self fit and my arse just coped. -on a brooks b17
Now I'll admit I'm still adverse to more than about 50k on my Selle Italia slr 135 -a saddle I've previously rode in 24 hour races solo..... But that's probably.morw to do with my arse changing shape than anything.
On the right (carved/hole) saddle with decent shorts and chamois cream no training required.
The one time I've tried this, it's literally ended in tears...
Do you mean
a. Noun: A hole, rip, or fissure in a material caused by forcible damage
b. Noun: A drop of salty, clear liquid that flows from the eyes, typically as a result of strong emotion (such as sadness or happiness) or eye irritation
c. Both of the above
It felt like both, I can confirm salty versions but that's because I can't see my own perineum...
my saddle sore is called Little Barry, named after a riding pal who has a round bald head which goes bright red when he is (often) angry.
On the right (carved/hole) saddle with decent shorts and chamois cream no training required.
I must be odd. As long as the saddle is at the right angle I don't really care. No cream, no chamois, just shorts and underwear... but Strava says it's 546 weeks since I missed a week of riding so maybe that's why.
