Well, sometimes, my husband is pretty smart… I don’t want to give him too much credit, you know, so he doesn’t get a big head, realize how awesome he is and realize he’s a keeper even if he was less awesome. But sometimes, I have to give him the credit he deserves.
While we were staying out of town for the Troika Triathlon this weekend, my hubby researched sunglasses. I know what you are thinking, “researched sunglasses?!”, but when I say Bill is researching something, you can bet, he’s serious business. I return to our hotel room after the race and he tells me he thinks I need new sunglasses. I’m not big into change, if it’s working, I’m not fixing it. I also, am maybe, a tiny, wee bit stubborn. So, I have these Nike Luxe sunglasses. No, they aren’t athletic sunglasses, they are cheap, and I ordered them off eBay. But I love these sunglasses. They cover most of my face, so running after a swim, with giant goggle marks, no problem. Sunday morning runs without makeup, no problem. General, look like shit day, no problem. And honestly, even when I’m feeling pretty decent, I adore the way they fit and look. So, I’m not interested in new sunglasses. Bill pleads his case, which is a statement that says a lot about how awesome this man is. I’m at a race, doing something I love, that he is incredibly supportive of, he’s back at the hotel room, and he’s researching how to make my race experience better, for me, for no other reason than his own kindness… I know, he’s awesome. So, anyways, he’s telling me about these sunglasses, how they have incredible reviews, from triathletes, talking about all the reasons they are THE SUNGLASSES FOR TRIATHLETES. He has the reviews pulled up, he has the color schemes pulled up, he is serious. I’m resistive. We talk about them and ultimately agree, I’ll try them out, but that he shouldn’t hold his breath. Here’s the deal, they show up today, I take them out for an hour ride on my bike, followed by a few mile run. They are awesome sauce. They have no blind spots. They don’t move on my face, at all. They are so light, I forget the are on. Awesome sauce. Bill wins, they are amazing.
So, I am thinking, this guy, is quite the keeper. I often read on the Triathlon sites I follow and Facebook groups I’m on, about husbands that don’t support their wives triathlon training/racing, how they are down right interfering and sabotaging them, how they feel totally unsupported by their spouse. And here, I have this guy. So now, aside from his super smarty ways are ten ways I know my hubby is the ultimate triathlete husband:
1. He learns the lingo. Bill can tell you what all the nerdy triathlon terms mean. Why? So he can talk to me about my training, my races, my goals… I’m obsessed with this stuff. I love talking about it. And he loves talking to me. Seriously, that’s awesome.
2. This week, he said, “I know you won’t want to try something new right before Boise, but…” Who’s spouse knows that? That nothing can change right now with my gear, my training, ect?
3. He took my bike to get tuned up, exactly two weeks before a big race. Just in case it needed a part or repairs… Took it and picked it up. I haven’t even set foot in the bike shop, he’s totally taken this upon him self.
4. He said this past weekend, “we can eat at PF Changs, so you can eat something light but with rice for carbs before your race.” Yeah, he totally knows me.
5. He schedules my chiropractor appointments if I don’t. Yeah, I know I need to go, but I get so wrapped up in training, our home life, the girls, my job… I just don’t want to make time. He forces my hand. And I’m always so greatful afterwards.
6. My races and my training interfere with our time, but he’s still supportive and flexible. It would be easy for him to say, enough is enough. He doesn’t.
7. Triathlons are so expensive. Soooooo expensive. And never, has he ever, mentioned how much this costs…
8. He reels in my craziness. Sometimes, I get an idea in my head, and it’s a bad one. I don’t like to be wrong or doubted. I’m not the easiest person to approach about being wrong. Somehow, ever so delicately, Bill can get the message across to me.
9. People think they need to share every interest they have with their spouse. They want to train with them. Race with them. It bothers them if they don’t share this same passion. I don’t feel that way. This training, this planning, this constant desire to keep setting new goals, is mine. It’s selfishly and wonderfully my own. I go in the morning, while my house sleeps, I don’t worry about a thing.
10. He supports me. 100% supports me.