Well, actually I knew I had a problem and purchased a larger size cycling short. But, in trying them on and getting on the bike, the chamois was toooo thin and in the entire wrong place...like almost under my breasts!
So, I knew I had to struggle to get into my former shorts. This is when my cat gave me the look as if to say, "OK! Now that you are struggling so hard, you can call it a day because we can call this your exercise!"
But, I had promised my trainer that I would get on the bike today,....made a commitment...after she snarled at me the other day. I guess it took that snarl....
And so off I went. I did not pop a spoke, or break my frame. or fall over dead...as a matter of fact, when I told my trainer I was still alive she said, "Somehow I had figured you would still be alive. You have a habit of doing so. Ride again tomorrow."
There's no use arguing, she always wins.