One week from today is blast off. In exactly one week I’ve promised all of you out there on the interweb that I will have finished another draft of my play Young Marble Statues (don’t ask me how that’s going because I don’t want to talk about it). In exactly one week my dad and I leave for @Wordtheatre’s annual writer’s retreat in Edale. And in exactly one week I’ll be back with @MattBowns at 18Bikes adjusting and playing with my new Racerunner!
In the name of procrastination (it will have it’s day… eventually) and because it’s been ten months in the making, I’m going to be focused on the Racerunner in this entry.
For those of you who don’t know, Racerunners are running frames built for those of us with Cerebral Palsy and other neuromuscular disorders. It looks a bit like a giant trike with no pedals, a chest plate to lean most of your weight, and a bicycle seat to perch on for added support and a place to rest. Additionally, the saddle acts as a way of easing the habit many of us with CP have of clamping of legs together and pulling our knee in as if the existence of the universe depended on it. Much like equine therapy, it activates our abductors and gets us to have a much longer stride than would otherwise be possible.
And when there’s a saddle, there’s need for padding.
When I picked up my first pair of padded bike shorts, it was to take them out of a package of birthday gifts my mother had sent me. They felt bizarre in my hands, like I couldn’t quite figure out how to hold them given the extra bulk of the seat. You want me to put that in between my legs? That’s bigger than a maxi-pad! It’s like a diaper! How is that ever gonna feel normal???
I was a hard core sports athlete when I was a kid and so I had my fair share of kit to stuff into a duffle bag. But padded trousers is a new one and one that I’m not even sure how necessary it is. Hannah as well as my cycling friends swear up and down that I’ll need them, and I believe it. It’s just that every once in a while I see something in the abled bodied world where I just think “there was enough demand for that product that people started manufacturing it? Really???”
The rest of the items my mother bought me: the bike computer, the camel back, the water bottle, the helmet, I understand all that. I just never knew there was a certain percentage of healthy adults out there, male and female, who ride around town with the equivalent of heavy duty maxi pads in between their legs.