I hate biking

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We just got back from another 26 mile bike ride. this time there weren't as many hills but my knees still hurt. They only hurt when I am pedaling, which tells me that I'm doing something wrong. My theory is that my seat is not wide enough... I need to get a Woman's Seat, which will be a wider saddle, and will allow me to put the full weight of my body onto my "sit-bones"... as it is, I'm holding myself up with my legs and arms so that I don't have to put my full weight on the seat. At least I think that's what's happening. Sometimes my knees hurt so much it's like they're broken and I can't push on them, they just give out in pain. So I have to stop and walk for a while. They don't hurt when I walk, which makes me really think that I'm pedaling incorrectly.
Having knees in pain allows me to feel sorry for myself.
I've been doing a lot of that lately.

No one has ever pushed me as hard as Michal does. He will not let me feel sorry for myself, he will not let me complain. He says the only thing to fix my knees is to cycle more. I don't understand how he can keep going and going.

In the end, i'm always glad that I completed the ride. But while I'm out there, with the hill looming before me and weak knees and cold wind, thats when i know that I hate biking.

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