Prego rides the trainer

Now, I can add cycling as a tummy-obstacle sport.

This must be what it feels like to be a cyclist with a beer gut. You've seen them on the side of the road, looking silly with their $2,000 frames with $2,000 worth of components and $1,000 worth of matching clothing.

My pedal stroke took on an awkward shape as I pedaled while avoiding the tummy. I must fix that - don't want to injure myself.

Otherwise, this new trainer dealy is really cool.

We went for the covered wheel because it's a tad quieter, but didn't go for the super-expensive gel flywheel thingie because, well, it was expensive.

Saturday was my first attempt at riding in about five months. My legs were appreciative, but I didn't get a chance to ride that long because my big, fat pregnant butt started hurting nearly immediately.

Pink Jellybean likes to stand on my rectum and pereneum, so having pressure from the saddle and from the inside wasn't so comfortable.

Another obstacle, as I wrote above, was the ever-growing tummy. It's only started majorly jutting out in the past week, and it's made the bend-down tasks, like putting on my shoes, a little harder.

Now, I need handlebar extenders. Perhaps I could outfit my frame with monkey bars for the next three months.

Fortunately, my feet still fit in my cycling shoes. I did have to wear a pair of my husband's cycling shorts. I was quite a sight. Perhaps I'll post a picture if I'm feeling really bold.