I expend a great deal of effort just trying to cover my ass.
I mentioned my disastrous bathing suit debacle in an earlier post, and at the time I noted that I’m very careful about my rear view these days.
Not careful enough, apparently.
The other day I bent over to retrieve something from the bottom of the fridge, and Hubby said, “Oh, nice look.”
With a feeling of impending doom, I said, “Thanks. Um… what exactly do you mean…?”
Sure enough, the yoga pants that are my daily office uniform had succumbed to the pressure. It wasn’t noticeable as long as I stood upright, but as soon as I bent over, there was my ass for all the world to see through the dreaded transparent spandex mesh. (No, the pants weren’t Lululemon – check out notquiteold’s funny Yoga Porn post for more on that.)
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. Ever since I was a kid, the butt-end of my pants was always the first to go. All the other kids wore through the knees, but my jeans were perfect in every way… except for the patches on the rear.
I once wore out the backside of a new-ish pair of jeans in one day, but that was a special case – I was shingling a roof and I didn’t have knee pads. When my knees gave out I finished the job shuffling along on my butt, which was a bad idea in many respects. Quite apart from damage to clothing, if you’ve ever installed asphalt shingles, you know about those nasty little spiky bits that stick into your flesh like needles. Try extracting those from areas you can’t really see without a mirror and some uncomfortable contortions.
But getting back to the point…
A couple of years ago I tore a muscle kickboxing. A muscle in an uncomfortable and embarrassing place: right at the top of my hamstring.
Which is polite way to say “my ass”.
I didn’t go for physiotherapy. I just couldn’t bring myself to beg my (young male) physiotherapist to rub my butt. Worse still, to pay my young male physiotherapist to rub my butt. It just smacked of desperate cougar-dom.
Anyway, the muscle gradually healed on its own, but it still gives me trouble occasionally. In the past few months it’s been sore. I’ve been ignoring it because, hell, if I woke up one morning and nothing hurt, I’d check the obituaries to make sure I hadn’t died in the night.
But eventually it occurred to me that perhaps there was an underlying cause.
Sure enough, when I had a close look at the desk chair I’d been sitting in for the past three years, there was absolutely no padding left in the seat. It was just a bum-shaped fabric-covered bowl with solid (and extremely hard) wood underneath.
Which probably explains the destruction of my yoga pants, mercilessly grinding between the unyielding bones of my ass and the unyielding seat of my chair.
Now I have a new chair and new yoga pants, but I know I’m solving the wrong problem here.
Anybody know where I can get a new butt?
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P.S. Thanks to everybody for your concern over my eye. (For those who didn’t hear, I got hit kickboxing on Sunday and spent most of Monday waiting to find out if I might end up with a detached retina. I wasn’t even fighting; it was just a stupid accident during an easy sparring session.) Everything seems fine so far – my eye is still a little achy and scratchy, but my vision is back to normal and the doc has cleared me for easy workouts. But no kickboxing for a while. *sigh*