My butt has never been this sore. NEVER! The first 20 miles I thought were fine, but after that I found myself coasting and trying to stand as much as possible. That is also the time at which my companion, Kevin, decided the trailer was too heavy for him. So I carried the trailer for the next 40 miles, which I swear was entirely uphill. At least, that’s what it felt like.
So I can’t say I wasn’t prepared for this, because in the back of my mind “butt” was always a thought. The padded bike shorts did not help as much as I thought they would. Also the natural padding of what I’m going to guess is about 20 lbs of fat and such surrounding my seat bones did not seem to work to my advantage. I guess that proves it is useful for absolutely nothing.
Anyway, Kevin and I have some figuring to do regarding accommodations and ways to pad our bottoms (I would like to point out that he, a full 60 lbs lighter than me when I’ve got the trailer, is in a similar situation).
Tonight the Stancil household was WAY too nice to us – I took the best shower of my life and Mrs. Stancil made us a super tasty meal that was heavy on the protein, just what we needed to rebuild what I’m sure were the 8 million muscle fibers we tore today. And Drake let us pet all of his animals, so we’re emotionally ok now :). I think 60.06 miles is about as far as we ever want to go in one day, however.