I will start this out by saying my Dad is not normal! Heehee!! Basically he is super-human. My whole life he has been doing some kind of endurance activity. When I was a baby and up until I was in high school he ran in marathons. I have many memories of getting up before it was light outside to take my dad to a race. We would stop at 7-Eleven and he would get 2 huge cups of coffee and that's all he would drink/eat before a marathon! And he would refuse to let my mom drive on these days which would drive my mom crazy, because he had to have the top off his coffee to let it cool while he drove and inevitably he would spill his coffee. Quite comical! So when he retired from the Air force and they moved down to Texas he decided his knees had had enough running and it was time to switch sports so he started cycling. So of course the man can't do anything half way and started riding A LOT of miles, riding in the Hotter N Hell Hundred-100 mile bike ride at the end end of August in Texas-Hot! Then my mom started having symptoms of multiple sclerosis (MS) and it is highly likely that she has MS, so to support research and finding a cure he started riding in the MS 150. Just to name a few of the rides he has done. And he always rides to break the world record, not a slow little ride. So when I moved down to San Antonio he got me into riding. From the time I started riding my goal has always been to out ride my dad...and 10 years later I'm still trying!
Since we only got to do half of the MS 150 this year, we had to make up for it the last week I was there and we went on quite a few more bike rides. I had trained my butt off-or so I thought-for this race, so when I got to TX and we went for a ride with the Texas wind and 90 degree weather, it threw me for a loop when I was dying! And the worst part is, I am working my ass off and I look over at my 55-ish (I can never remember how old he is-old at any rate! Haha!!) and he's just riding along, whistling along, not letting me forget that his heart rate is at 130 and mine is about 180 about to explode! Grrrrrr!!!! So there is one route that is a favorite torture route of ours-the 211 hills. It is about a 30 mile ride where you climb 5 miles of hills including San Geronimo hill at 9% grade, in the middle. As our last ride while I was there we decided to do the 211 hills. I thought, "I'm ready for this, I trained back home on nothing but hills, bring it on!". So we went and it was a great ride! I didn't kick my dad's butt or anything, but I wasn't dying either. I was feeling good. So on the way home I was thinking about my crazy dad and his ability to do ANY physical feat you put in front of him and I thought I would write a post about it, then.......BAM! I got a new subject to blog about-my BUTT! We were about a mile from home and my dad assumed I remembered the couple of turns we have to take, but I didn't and we had to turn right at one point. My dad was on my outside and I had my head down cause the wind was kicking my butt at the moment and well, he turned and I did not. We just barely clipped wheels and down I went flat on my butt and bounced a few times before coming to a stop. OOOUUUCCCHHHH!!!!! And this my friends is how I bruised my tail bone. My mom likes to tell the story as my dad pushed me off my bike. Haha!! I like to tell it as, "just cause I was giving you a run for your money doesn't mean you have to push me off my bike!" Haha! So anyhow, sitting-especially breast feeding-has been painfully interesting. I finally got in for a Dr. appt. yesterday and we took an x-ray just in case, but the treatment is the same whether it is bruised or broken. And unfortunately she couldn't give me any good pain meds because I am nursing. So she gave me 600 mg of motrin and a donut to sit on and sent me on my way. Booo-hooo! It is getting better though, slowly but surely. And that is the story of 'Oh my butt'.
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