Kit chat - Karma rubs it in.

Laugh it up.

From the safety of my armchair, I chuckled and derided these gyrating fatties.

“Lose some weight fat-so” I could well have said as I scoffed down my fish and chips.

“Imagine being so fat your clothes hurt”  Scoff, scoff.

The advertising gods were listening.  Newun and improvium I think they are called.

Blithely I set of into the rising sun leaving behind my cycling shorts because they were hot on the previous weeks walk.

Big mistake.

The sun had heard my hubris and exacted sweaty revenge.  My chosen garments appeared to have been constructed of heavy grade sandpaper which, on reflection, was probably a poor choice.

21km later I was rather sore.

Fortunately not being actually fat, by the simple method of walking like John Wayne I managed some pain relief.  Sort of fine in the countryside when nobody was looking but back in town walking about as if I was holding an invisible water melon between my knees was a crowd puller.

Possibly not the sort of walk you wish to adopt when going into a shop to purchase “anti-chafing” gel but I was too far gone to care.  The alternative was mincing little steps with a very pained expression on my face.  I preferred the John Wayne to the John Inman impersonation for this purchase.

So now I have another bit of kit for my first aid box, although prevention is better than cure in this matter.  Certainly the cycling shorts will not be left behind next time.