Pain In My Ass

Yesterday afternoon, Don left to take the garbage to the dump. He was gone for almost two hours. When he returned, he wheeled a road bike into the house. A Fuji Robiax Pro? I was stunned. Quite shocked. I was excited though because I would have a new riding friend. I really don't like riding my bike alone out in the country. Mostly because of all the dogs. I was also proud of him for buying and item that will help keep him healthy.

When we talked about the ride today, he had grandiose plans. We'd go by the bike shop, then ride to his Mom's house and come back home. I'll was all up for it. I even brought some money so we could stop by Subway for lunch. I filled up our water bottles and we headed out the door.

He didn't buy shoes or clips yet, he's using the "basket" pedals. He got shorts and a helmet though. I wasn't going fast today. I'm weight training pretty heavy right now. Yesterday was leg day. I leg pressed 175x12, 185x10, 190x8 and 200x6. A new personal record. I increased all my weights in lifting legs yesterday so I was gimping around this morning. We only averaged 13mph. It was my "active recovery".

I have to say this.. Men are the biggest cry babies ever! After mile number three, all I heard was complaining about ass pain. We had to stop once so he could get his butt off the seat. I just had to keep encouraging him to turn the cranks. Keep on spinning, keep on spinning.

We didn't make it to Subway, the bike shop or his Mom's house. He said if we went to Subway, then I would ride home and come pick him up in the van. I didn't want to ride alone because of the dog situation. He wasn't helpful in that department during the ride.

I was excited about having a new riding pal because I loathe all the stray dogs that chase me in the country. When the little Jack Russell Terror dog comes running out on our road, what does my husband do? He growls at it which makes it more aggressive and the little bitch starts chasing my wheels. My husband just watches, chuckling while I scream at the evil little dog.

I felt vindicated though. I had my moment when he said, "I have so much more respect for you now. I could never ride 56 miles and then run 13."

We did a total of 15 miles.

And then he came to the pool with me tonight and told me my swim stroke was "beautiful".

He wanted me to ask about his butt pain. I vaguely remember crotch pain in the beginning. I think women are better at blocking out pain though. My advice was just spending more time in the saddle. Any advice from the male point of view?

I may have a triathlete in the making!