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Seriously, though…

They tell me there’s such a thing as padded undies.  I need them.  Really.  I’ve been spending so much time in the saddle here this summer that City Boy is complaining about callouses in places that, well, one shouldn’t have them.  I have saddle sores.  My hiney is too tiny and my seat bones rub and pinch the skin between them and the saddle.

Last year I explained to all you women the importance of hips (they keep your pants up), and now I’m telling you that hinies with a bit of padding are a blessing in disguise.  Or at least in a pair of tight jeans.  I know, I know.  Some of you are out there asking yourselves, “Why the heck does she even get into the saddle, then, with such a problem?”  A wise woman, after all, would know her limitations.  She would eat a few more potato chips or steal a bit more candy from her children on Halloween.  Desperate times, after all, call for desperate measures.  My body, however, manages to store fat in other areas, leaving me with pants that roll down over the hips and callouses on my hiney.

Why, then, do I continue to torture myself with hour after hour of discomfort in the saddle?

I’ll let you be the judge of that…

Yup, some things are just worth self torture!  But I’m still going to look for padded undies…

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