Buns of Iron

Unbeknownst to us we arrived in Pentiction the day of the Ironman triathlon. It wasn't until we checked into our hotel that I saw the ironman poster and realized what the pylons on the road were for. At the brewpub, where we went for dinner, all the TV's were tuned to the local station. They had their TV cameras trained on the finish line. So much for finding out the latest Olympic news.

I always thought bike shorts looked bulky and unflattering and wondered why anyone would want to wear something that made their butt look bigger?

When we were in Calgary, shopping at MEC, to buy a headlamp for Robert so he could read his book in the campsite at night without trying to steal the light from my headlamp, he suggested I try some on. He already has a pair.

I've noticed in the last few years that my bike seat is getting more and more uncomfortable. I wonder if it has anything to do with age? anyway I decided to have a look at them. The first thing I noticed is how less bulky the shorts where than I remembered; the other thing, was there was only one pair left in my size. By this time I thought maybe there was a possibility I might buy them so I tried them on. They are amazingly comfortable. All the padding is in the right place and even though the weather was hot in the Okanagan the nylon, polyester, spandex fabric successfully wicked the moisture away from my body so I didn't feel sticky at all.

The other upside to wearing these shorts was the attention I got in all the wine tasting shops, grocery stores and book stores we went into. Every shop owner asked me if I had participated in the ironman.

I told them I wasn’t that stupid.