I had a rash....

Well not so much a rash, but a certain marking, not even a branding but there was a noticeable imprint on my derriere.  I was pleased with it, even took a certain comfort from it I must say.  It was letting me know I was back, in the saddle so to speak and thrice in one week. But it was perhaps my last push for pace that did it, I think they call it riding on the rivet! I was on the nose of the saddle head down into the wind, consoling myself that it was the girth of the panniers that were inhibiting my speed and not that belonging to me, but it felt good all the same.  No ice, a bit of sun, a cutting wind but it reminded me of the pleasure of pain and what the summer months ahead hold! Bring on the summer.