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Bike Shorts: Luxury or Necessity?

The question of the day is are bike shorts a luxury or necessity? I have a very STRONG opinion on the answer to this question. Now that I can say I've logged over 60 miles this week (and it is only Wednesday) on my bike and about one hundred last week I have decided to explore this very important question.

My sister commented on my last post saying something about how my butt must hurt. Let me start by mentioning that I am still using a pair of bike shorts that were gifted to me about seven years ago from the exact sister who questioned the comfort of my behind. I now know exactly what is on her mind when she thinks of cycling. I believe she gave them to me in her exercise bully days to make sure I had few excuses to go out for those long rides with her. Of course my sister was always riding with her burly and Brady in tow and I could barely keep up.

One of my favorite memories was when we got on our bikes and while we were riding up a hill that when you looked to the top kind of looked to me like the distance of the top of the Sears Tower, I fell over because I lost all momentum. Christina got to the top of the hill just in time to look down and laugh her "butt" off. I also recall walking around for a few days after that ride as if I had ridden a horse for 24 hours a day 7 days a week for the last month. Shortly after that adventure the bike shorts appeared.

This morning I had taken the long route to work. My butt was so sore I thought for a moment I should go home, take a shower, and hop on the bus. I instead I kept going; by the time I was about a half mile from work my butt was about to fall off. I again looked like a goof ball as I headed over to the gym to take my shower.

So you may now ask what is my response to the so very important question? "BIKE SHORTS = NECESSITY!!!" I guess it's time to invest in some new shorts that will hopefully last another seven years.

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  1. That's Great Sarah.. keep it going, chafe-free!

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  2. I'm a fan of the bike skort! I remember a lot more than my bum hurting the first few days of riding ... but perhaps that's not discussed in polite circles :)
    ~Nicole

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  3. OMG - so sorry I laughed so hard all those years ago, though I am laughing again here now- what a bully I am!!

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