Day 18: Does This Apocalypse Make My Ass Look Fat?

I did not go spinning tonight, as dictated in by my Post-Apocalyptic Calendar.  (Which, incidentally, I'm growing to hate.  The calendar, not the training.  I feel like I spend more time clicking through to find out what I'm supposed to be doing thisveryminute rather than getting anything done.  Although it's probably more a result of the fact that I hate being told when I have to do something.  But I digress.)

I skipped spinning for two reasons: one, it's rainy and cold.  While I started out this whole experiment running in the rain, the idea of hauling my creaky, PMSy, achy ass out into the cold and dark was a step too far.  Yes, I am weak.

But speaking of my ass, reason number two is that I chafed it spinning last Saturday.  I have been spinning off and on for the past three years, and while I know about padded pants and padded seats, my ass has always felt like it's had adequate padding.  Clearly, I was wrong.  Or it just may be that instead of flailing around like a maniac out of the saddle, I'm really concentrating on keeping perfect form (straight back, no hunched over or bouncing around) so I'm spending more time in the saddle. 

Either way, with the marks on my buttcheeks, my ass looks something like this:

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Which now that I think of it, looks a little bit like this:

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My ass is totally metal.

So instead of on a bike, my ass is planted firmly on the couch, but it's still working.  My First Aid and CPR (Adult/Child/Infant) class has been booked for February 9th ($65 through the Red Cross), books have been ordered and I'm watching Survivorman.  I've learned how to make a prison match.  Not to be confused with a Cage Match, a prison match a fire from an empty lighter, a piece of tissue and some sock lint.  Kids, I'm totally trying this one at home.

Comments

[Alyce Smythee]

Having seen your little ass diagrams, I'm now imagining ass art -- an ass, a stamp pad, and some white paper.

[9a]

Um ok ... I did not get to the gym today or yesterday, but I decided to expand my brain and take some evening classes at the local College this winter/spring ... and so I froze my ass of walking from building to building in the dark with wind-chill -3. (Does that count??!)

I am though happy to report that I have closed the book on day 3 of "food rationing!"

Nor a sugar or white fluffy goodness had entered my body!! Yay. This is so f****** hard.

[Complete Geek]

I didn't hit the gym today either, but I'm going on vacation tomorrow to Austin, Texas, so I did a lot of running around gathering stuff for the trip. It certainly feels like I've been working out.

I will absolutely get back into the PAW once I get back on Tuesday, but until then I'm sure I will pretty much sabotage all progress I've made in the weight department.

[Jodi]

E and I briefly discussed going to the gym last night. I still have a bit of a cold, also have PMS, and it was pouring. I told him that he was welcome to go on his own. I'd stay home and wrestle the elderly deaf dog-in-a-cone out into the rain to pee.