After I got my bike fixed by my hunky bike mechanic friend, we took it out for a jaunt around the neighborhood.  Not a very long ride, but enough to wake up the next day with the sorest butt cheeks I’ve ever had.  It was a sort of pain that made me wince a little every time I took a seat, which must be explained to coworkers in fear of their vivid imaginations taking uncontrollable leaps to the ridiculous and/or raunchy.

It was a soreness that lasted well through the following day when my squatter housemate and I went for another ride.  A pain that slightly subsided after a few happy hour drinks.  And then subsided some more the day after that when I went on an even longer bike ride!  Who’s laughing now, ass pain?