Purrrr like a kitten

The tri bike that I bought a few months back is fabulous and wonderful and is going to make me soooo fast. The only draw back is, it does not yet fit like a glove and I want it to.

First my knees and hips ached after long rides, so I brought it in and Drew “the bike guy” kindly listened to my delimea and adjusted the seat height.

Then my left knee started giving me trouble, I brought it in and Drew worked hard at finding the potential problem and then he adjusted the angle at which my foot clips into my pedal.

Now I have another biking related issue…MY VAGINA HURTS! Yes, my sweet vagina. It hurts to the point of making me want to scream OH MY GOD MY VAGINA HURTS out loud to the whole world or anyone who will listen. This vagina pain might even rival hemorrhoidal pain. The kind that you can’t shake no matter what you do and you certainly can’t get it off your mind, all while on a 25 mile ride is no good at all.

So, here I sit (gingerly mind you) trying to envision the conversation at the bike shop when I bring my bike back into Drew to tweak.

Me: Hey Drew, how’s it going? Thanks for taking another look at my bike.

Drew: So, what’s the deal?

Me: MY VAGINA HURTS…YOU MUST FIX IT! DO YOU HEAR ME MAN, FIX IT, FIX IT, FIIIIIIIIXXXXXXX IIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

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