Someone asked me the other day if I ever rode with my husband. My reply went something like this: “I love him too much to do such a thing.” I have to say I got a few sidelong glances after saying that.
Yes, there are some couples who go out and have amazing rides and bond and do the “date night” thing on two wheels. Good for them! My husband PJ and I have come to realize however that we are not them. We tried mountain biking on the North Shore together prior to marriage. Needless to say, within a month we had broken up. Time passed, we got back together, then went riding in Whistler, broke up within the fortnight, got back together – you get the picture. To this day in time, I have never gone road riding with him. Seriously.
I think it comes down to the fact that I/we are too competitive. I severely dislike people beating me and showing me up. If I am going to get spanked it had better be in a 50 Shades of Grey kind of way (excuse me for a moment. Aaannnd I’m back). I don’t like holding people back, I don’t like being told what to do, I don’t like losing. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I know – (insert psycho-babble here). I get it! I’m a BIT of a perfectionist and I am uber-competitive.
However, after really thinking about the question I started to worry that my lack of riding with my husband said something about who we were together. Day and night were spent pondering the ins and outs of our relationship. Pure angst. It was a Dr. Phil episode in the making. After whipping myself into a frenzy, I finally took the bull by the horns and posed the question to PJ. Did he feel the need to go on rides with me? I’ll spare you the details, but here it is in a nutshell: PJ likes to ride all out and especially with his buddies. Who can get up Cypress the fastest without puking is not my idea of fun. I like riding with “my girls”. When I ride, I get on my bike to leave my kids and responsibilities behind me. I want to know that if I am PMS-ing and a car cuts me off, the person I am riding with will chase down that (insert expletive here) hunk of metal with me and rip off the bumper. I want to know that if I see a bike and use “cute” or “pretty” to describe it, it will not initiate an eye roll. I want to be able to have a detailed conversation on whether to pre or post ride shave, what brand of biking shorts make butts look smaller, and gripe about the severe lack of cute riding jerseys on the market. Catch my drift?!
I love riding, but I LOOOOVE my husband and never the two shall meet. ‘Nuff said.