TMI

Let me just begin by warning, this post may be TMI, but it's my training blog and you don't have to read it if you don't want to. If you read triathlon boards you will always see posts from men complaining about their saddles and their quest for the perfect saddle to accommodate their junk. The quest for a perfect saddle is endless, until....you find and break in that perfect saddle; whether you're really breaking in the saddle or your sit bones or other, I'm not sure. Lately I have been forgoing my long rides in order to get in my run training for the St. George Marathon, (I know I will pay dearly for this later!) But this week was a recovery week, with no long rides and my long run was only 12 miles. It seemed like Saturday morning would be a great day just to get a nice leisurely, ride in.

Not even five minutes into the ride I protested, well, rather my she-junk protested. I Chamois Buttered like crazy to no avail. I am hating my saddle, and therefore hating riding, I cannot imagine getting my post marathon 100+ mile rides done. This has actually been bothering me for some time and I have suffered through, but I can't suffer through the ramp up, no matter how hard I try, it's not gonna work.

Craig put my stock saddle back on the bike after carefully measuring my current setup. No--that didn't do it either. Then I remembered when I did my Arizona ride I didn't have any problems and it was right after that SBR did some seat tweaking, pushing the saddle all the way forward. Yeah...come to think about it, I have never been comfortable since. So we started experimenting, slowly pushing the seat back, hmm better, more, lots more, no....back forward. Voila, hit a point where not only was the seat feeling good but the pedal stroke felt a lot better too. I wasn't expecting that too.

Craig rode home, picked up my TriStryke saddle and we decided to put it back on. Wow! What a difference. I will let you know what I think after my 95 miler next weekend. Oh...you really don't want to know---ok, just don't read.