A few weeks back we were out riding and while we were stopped (at the hill that I call my nemesis) a rider came up on us and stopped to talk. This guy ONLY talked to me and mostly just ignored Jason. Oh yeah, it was that obvious. It did NOT matter to this guy that I am wearing a ring......ok, it's a promise ring but there IS a ring on that all important finger! I am nice (probably too nice sometimes) and talked to him but was happy when we said our goodbyes and we headed in the direction that we were travelling and this lecher headed off in his direction. One hour later we ran into him AGAIN! Really? On all these miles of trails we had to run into you twice? Once again he talked....to me and ignored Jason. Finally we moved on and all was good. We talked about the leach and I have told Jason that if we run into him again...or anyone like him to not be surprised if I start talking about how it's so nice to be out with my husband on the trail. I will be throwing in the phrase my husband constantly. Because...well husband is a more strong word than 'boyfriend'. Luckily he was on board with that!
So this past weekend we were out again and the first time we saw this new guy he just said 'hi' and complimented us on our bikes as he passed us. But the second time he passed, he stopped to talk. This guy was fine and was not trying to poach on Jason's territory and spoke to both of us equally, so I didn't have to pull out the 'husband' phrases constantly. In fact, this guy just automatically assumed we were married (you could tell from his comments). But in the course of the conversation and through his final words to Jason, I realized just how rare of a breed that I am. You see, I am out there with my man....and enjoying it! (Yeah, I have to admit that I am starting to enjoy the rides...not the pain and the hard parts, but I am starting to enjoy this!) I am willing to step into a sport that scares me to death sometimes. I am willing to push myself out of my comfort zone to the point that I am starting to enjoy a sport that Jason loves. This guys words that he muttered to Jason as we were parting.. "You lucky bastard"
Right now I'm feeling a bit 'good' and cocky. NO, I have no desire to see the leach ever again..but it makes me proud of myself for being out there doing it! And the second guy’s comment? Yes, Jason is lucky (how could he not when he has me ...hahaha).......but even more so, I am lucky to be with a man that has been willing to sit back and take the time to ride with me, a much slower rider. He has sat beside me while I have meltdowns on the edge of a trail. He has been the patient one. I think I am the lucky one!
As I ride more and more. As I get to the point that I can kinda hang with the guys I am sure I will have more experiences and discover what it really means to be in a sport that is male dominated. You see, I am doing something that most women don't even consider....and even more shocking? I am doing it in my late 40's! I must be crazy!
So single ladies...this is your public service announcement....get out and ride your bike!!!!
