I'm a Lucky Woman
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
I was just commenting on a message board, and it reminded me how lucky I am to have the husband I have. It's true that living with Jim has converted me from a pisco-lacto-ova-vegetarian to a bacon-craving carnivore, but he's made it easy for me to do the amount of riding I do.
Commuting by bike takes an extra hour a day. When he wasn't working, that meant less time for us to spend together in the evenings. Now that he's working (and has a 75-minute one-way commute), he's still bearing a sizable share of the household chores. He's a champ.
During my weekend training rides, he's always ready to come rescue me if needed. Once, I called him and asked him to meet me with a sandwich. I gave him very detailed instructions on the sandwich. (Several hours into a ride, food cravings can be *intense*!) He delivered, and rode the next 20 miles of the ride with me. Such a sweetie.
He encourages me without nagging me. I've even given him permission to remind me of my goals if I'm talking about a second helping of dinner or another beer. He loves me fat, he loves me fit. He just loves me.
Commuting by bike requires some planning because I wear suits at work. I spend a little bit of time every Sunday evening packing a bag with bike wear for Monday's ride home, work out clothes for my lunch time walk, and clothes for work. I pack up three or four lunches. During the week, upon arriving home, I stretch and work with a foam roller. At some point before bed, I hang upside down on our inversion table. All of these things take away time I could be spending on housework or hanging out with the Hubs. And he never complains.
When I start swimming, he's agreed to walk along the river bank with a towel & dry clothes for when I've decided I've had enough. Once I'm able to run, he's going to ride his mountain bike alongside me while I'm on long training runs.
He's driven ahead of me on the route of an organized ride, cowbell in hand, cheering me on (just like the guy in the Subaru commercial), snapping action shots with his camera.
If I was still single, my diet would be better, but I'd be lacking my live-in coach, sag wagon, and cheer squad. I'm pretty lucky.