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Schwinn 130 (Part 2)


Part 1

After I sent the bike shorts back, my genital numbness started again, but this time due to the Respiro bike seat.  I had to find the right seat pronto!  I could feel the negativity creeping in my psyche.  I was thinking perhaps the Schwinn 130 isn’t the right fit for my body and maybe it was more trouble than it’s worth.  Maybe I was making this a bigger deal than what it was?  Then I began to research every day because it’s a big deal!

It took roughly a month to get warmer to what kind of bike seat my anatomy needed.  I finally came across this awesome website geared for cyclist women called Total Women’s Cycling.  Here they spoke freely about genital numbness cream, soft tissue issues, hot spots, bike shorts and pelvis structure.  It was here where I stumbled upon if I’m an “innie” or “outie.”  It was here that I questioned:  Where are my hot spots?  Do I sit laid back or upright on the Schwinn or do I sit forward and aggressive?  Are my knees too bent when I’m pedaling or am I hyperextending?  Are my sit bones small or wide?  Does my hip movement have too much movement?

Based on what I’ve research and on the shape of my body, I’m an outie.  This means I have more soft tissue than the next woman.  It’s no wonder why the bike shorts did me wrong.  It’s because I have my own padding, so to speak.  I also have wide sit bones (about 168mm).  I’ve tried seats close to the size of my sit bones, but it didn’t feel quite right especially with a traditional seat.  Even though, I did measure my sit bones at a bike store, I searched for a YouTube video of a man who says you can measure your sit bones right at home with a few items.  What I took from him was:  Add 20mm to his/your sit bone measurement for comfort especially if you’re planning on going longer distance.  I added the extra 20mm to my size.

After I answered a lot of my own questions like the ones above, I still needed to find a good seat.  So, on this same website I learned about this company ISM.  I bought my next 2 bike seats from them.  I love them both!  The ISM seats are designed with a split-nose.  They’re not traditional looking seats.  I think that’s what makes them super cool!  Anyhow, these seats, the brains behind ISM and the technology itself is smart, innovative, unisex and efficient in my opinion.  I’ve tried a few traditional seats long before I thought about buying a stationary bike back when I did cycle for about 6 months out in the city streets, and I always had a problem with my lady parts being numb, sore and very tender during the ride and majorly the next day.

With the split-nose it cuts out the pressure it can add to the lady part.  So, whether I’m upright or forward, there’s no additional cushion/padding where my padding is.  It’s invisible.  It’s beautiful.  It’s all I want!  Pain-free!  Pedaling smoothly.  I want the traditional nose out of the equation because it brings more trouble than what it’s worth.  With the split-nose, circulation IS better.  It’s not cutting off my circulation and putting my lady part to sleep.   And when I get off the bike, it doesn’t feel like I broke my clitoris and everything else around it I shouldn’t have.

The first bike seat I bought from them is called Touring and it’s under the Comfort category (Comfort City) on the ISM website.  Instantly, I felt the difference when I sat down.  I notice that the front nose of the saddle felt like it wasn’t there.  It feels almost like there’s a gaping hole in the center, but not really.  I don’t feel anything digging into my lady part.  The Touring seat is smaller than what the picture has you believe.  And when you sit on it, it feels like there’s only room for your sit bones and nothing else.

I ordered the Berkley which is also under the Comfort ISM category (Comfort Fitness).  This seat feels wonderful, too.  I like this seat more because now it feels like my ass has a place to actually sit on.  Touring is simply for your sit bones only with not enough pad to go around your ass although it has a good amount of padding thickness to make you feel like you’re floating on a piece of cloud.  I don’t need bike shorts with this seat.  I don’t need genital cream.  This could always change once I buy a bike that isn’t stationary, however.  But I’m hoping not!  Maybe I’ll just try one of the ISM performance seats.

All of ISM’s bike seats are unisex.  I know some people who have a problem with the split-nose design, but I think it’s perfect!  I’ve read horror stories of men and women who injured their genitals, their nerves and even experience erectile dysfunction or can’t have sex because of the wrong bike seat.  Maybe trying something out the box will save more nerves, genitals and sex lives then we know?

And to think, there was this woman whose supposedly certified to do bike fits tell me she would do my fit for $120 bucks.  Yet, when I spoke to her about the split-nose design, she acted like she didn’t know what I was talking about.  They didn’t even sell it in her store.  She sold me the Respiro seat, and it turned out to be horrible.  So, I just couldn’t trust her certified ass.  I was confident in my own research.

Signing off with a happy seat.

P.S.

Do you guys name your bikes?

-Pennington

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Schwinn 130


I always wanted a stationary bike in the apartment.  I’m not sure why I didn’t do it sooner.  Maybe because I was using the gym on a regular basis or maybe because my last apartment building didn’t have an elevator and if I wanted to get anything upstairs, I had to consider the ridiculous 5 flights to my place.  Now, I have an elevator, so easy peasy.  Plus, I don’t go to the gym nearly as much.   Over the past four years I got used to home workouts.

I also got used to buying different fitness equipment.  I’ve become a shameless collector because variation.  But I’ll admit there was a time when I was struggling with my identity, motivation and fitness goals.  For a little while I was looking for something outside to make my inside feel better, and in the meantime I accumulated tons of interesting fitness stuff.  Right about the time I started to change my attitudes and perspectives in life, I started my research for stationary bikes.

The latest badass equipment and so far, the most expensive is the Schwinn 130.  I got it for dirt cheap – $110 bucks! – from someone who was selling it on the LetGo App.  She admitted to buying it because her doctor told her she shouldn’t run anymore due to her plantar fasciitis.  So, she bought the bike, but with her busy job schedule and never being home, she never used it.  I think it’s crazy that she spent over $500.00 for a bike she never tried.  She was kind enough to let me try the bike at her house.  Then I lugged the Schwinn on a dolly back to the apartment, which was roughly 18 blocks.  It was totally worth it!

The Schwinn being in great condition made me super happy!  I jumped on the bike as soon as I got home.  I didn’t think anything could go wrong.  BUT by the second day, my body awareness was strong.  It was then I realized the bike seat was digging hard into my sit bones.  The pain was unbearable.  I felt the hairs on my body standing up and within 7 minutes I felt my body cringe and posture cave in.  Not even the gel cover that came for free with the rest of the bike supported me in any way.  Pedaling became a problem!

So, I found a bike shop to measure my sit bones and bought a new sexy seat – Respiro Athletic Bike Saddle Unisex.  Instantly, it felt different.  I can now pedal continuously with less pain.  Within the second week, I bought women’s bike shorts to be extra.  And it turns out that it was leaving my vagina numb.  I got off the bike believing I broke my lady parts somehow.  I returned the bike shorts with gel padding.  I love my Schwinn, but I have to tell you that I’m learning more about seat position, bike shorts, saddles, millimeters, bibs and a whole host of other shit I never thought I’d get into.

Work is always in progress.

-Pennington Hall 

Muscle Chatter


Leave my deodorant stains out of discussion.
Leave my deodorant stains out of discussion.

[FYI: Don’t be surprised to see this blog on my other Training Life!  I promise in time, there will be enough of me and my inspiration to go around.  Ha!]

My shoulder pangs and howls to let me become acquainted with the power it has over my training life.  It’s fully aware that one thing is connected to another:  Performing bicep curls, bent-over rows, overhead tricep extensions, and push-ups will harm; and as far as shoulder pressing – during the action it wouldn’t hurt will, but later on it’ll be unforgiving.

My abdominals are back to their strong connection where I can lay flat on the floor and sit up in a heartbeat without an ounce of struggle.  And the other night getting into a dog position I can feel the outstanding stretch from the top of my abdominals, to the oblique and lower region in wincing tenderness.

My glutes are under a sexual tension of their own I like to believe.  I assume they adore being at the height of attention and at the personification of pain – how they love to demonstrate by hurting me brutally with every step I take, any time I sit (like on the bike earlier) and every bend I perform from the waist.

My lower back has been having a groundhog film moment where it feels as if it’s been hit on repeat with a small hammer because anything bigger may have me registering at the hospital overnight as I try and explain to the doctors how I switched from “cutting” to out-lifting myself and every other person in and out the gym because priorities and wanting to be the master at something before I die.

My ankle decides to knock, knock, and knock on my nerves with its flaming metal and screws which poke and stab me like syringes.  It has every reason to be annoyed with my telling it to suck it up and woman-and-nut-up.

I had to strategize the slow and fast pace of pedaling and of heartbeats per minute during the course of forty-seven minutes on the stationary bike because let’s face it – 7 miles in my mind wasn’t enough for the 30lbs I want to lose, but it’s a start to getting more workouts done in the gym (out the apartment) and getting my old body back.

Over and out,
Pennington

The Universe, Sexual Thoughts, Rower and Motivation



Motivation comes in various forms. 

I’m going to share one of mine with you’s that happens during my free-for-all ovulation mode, which captures my salacious thoughts and uncanny desires. 

Before I go on I want to mention, you must at least be eighteen years of age or at the very least be of a responsible mind for the explicit material (if you consider them to be) you’re about to read.  Many who follow and read my blog already know I write exactly what’s on my mind or what life experience has brought to my attention and this is based on my biased perception of the world.  Without further ado, either click away or enjoy please. 

It was a semi-cloudy day off in the busy streets with the New York City breeze sliding its carefree attitude into my straight hair. I strolled to the gym visualizing exactly which two Cardio machines I’m going to split my time on although deep down inside I was low on Cardio inspiration.  Fast forward my barcode gets scanned and I thought to look pass the male receptionist where I saw the hunk of a Personal Trainer Rock who I’ve always had a mammoth crush on. 

Quickly he jumped out his seat both gentlemanly and nervous walking up to me tripping over his tongue with a heavy Spanish accent, “Hi, how are you doing?”  And in between his glowing pecan-rican complexion and sensational authentic smile the universe turned on the engine in the middle of my sex chakra.  

I thought almost out loud and caught myself with the words, he needs to stop teasing me with his flirtatiousness as I’m going to drop my clothes and have sex with him in front of all the gym members so they can take a lesson or two in sex fitness.

All of a sudden the motivation I was lacking was found.  The sexual charge became the intense fuel I needed for the Rower and Stationary Bike.  But mind you, I never made it to the Bike.  I happily stood on the Rower machine for over forty minutes with heart-pounding cardio sex electrifying my head.  

I closed my eyes and rolled them back slowly and listened to the sensuality of SadeShow me how deep love can be.  The instruments within the song seeped into my aspiring soul and I clenched onto the plastic bar pulling towards the bottom of my bulging breasts as I deeply fantasized on exerting force to match his muscular hard pecs. 

We’d embrace like titanic lovers and swallow the glands of one another.  Our skin would vomit sweat and we’d slip and slide in multiple active positions.  The grinding would complete mine into synergy.  During this time I called out to the universe and all its frequencies for Personal Trainer Rock to sense the lovemaking creation I was embarking. 

I tensed my entire body in a collective kegel and chanted:  I want him to feel me.  I want him to feel me. I want him to feel me buck from incomprehensible pleasure.  I want him to feel me right on his cock, exploding, shivering, and full of moisture, rhythm and reason. I want him to fuck out all the cum I have in this body of mine, in which he would ask me if this was indeed the kind of training I needed.    

Time was up said all the energy I gave to the Rower. The back of my neck was slapped with an ounce of rower sex sweat and my calluses formed into blood moon pearls of irritation, perspiring like bubbling fire and like cold sores no matter what season of the year.  I shook off my lustful anger with the inhalations and exhalations of cardio sex I entertained and when I turned around, guess who has been watching me sitting out and chilling on the massage table smiling? 

Him.

The universe is good and motivation comes in different forms.  Get some! 😉

-Pennington