I’m too fat for my saddle.
No, I’m being serious.
I’m. Too. FAT. For. My. Saddle.
I can fit in it, but my fleshy thighs are all squished and uncomfortable against the pommel and it shoves me forward and throws my center of balance off.
I caught myself logging onto Craigslist to browse through the Farm & Garden section and looking to see how much a used 16″ might go for since my 15″ saddle no longer fits.
Then I paused and gave it some thought….. REALLY, Becky? REALLY? Could I get any lazier or stereotypically American?
So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to bed. I have to get up early in the morning, pack my salad and go for a run.
Because, SERIOUSLY. I out-fatted my saddle.