First things first, the ride I said I was going on totally happened today… High fives all round!
Secondly, I want to touch on exercising with your partner. Yesterday I said to MOB that some of my family wanted to catch up at Kings Park for an afternoon coffee and we should definitely pull the bikes out and go for a ride to meet them. Meaning; we grab the bikes and go for a leisurely ride the direct route of 2km, riding side by side talking about our feelings and the weather.
Actuality; MOB decides to treat this as his opportunity to smash out an Olympic riding record, plus decides to turn our relaxing bike ride into a marathon, tearing off ahead going the opposite way to the destination. Meanwhile, I am chugging behind screaming mercilessly for him to ‘slow down’, ’wait for me’, ‘I’m serious! If you don’t slow down right this minute!!’…
When I finally catch up to him.. ‘Well babe, I am going as slow as I possibly can’.
Cute little domestic ensues on the side of the road, then back on our bikes and kicking on with the marathon MOB has just spontaneously planned, which includes straight up the hill near Kings Park mind you. Now, I don’t know if you have ever done this aforementioned hill but this girl has trouble walking and running up it, let alone riding it. Halfway up I threw in the towel and grudgingly pushed my bike to top, puffing and panting.. Meanwhile in the distance I could see my darling husband leisurely doing laps around the round-about at the top with a big goofy grin on his face. Just chillin’, waiting for his woman to finally join him.
You know what really grinds my gears? (pun intended)… whenever we attempt to run, ride, walk, swim, play tennis together I am always the one left looking like the loser with a big fat capital L. No matter how many more hours I put in at the gym, going on walks or runs, practicing yoga… he is blessed with the ability to bounce back to where he left off and always kicks my ass in the fit stakes.
Yet despite the fact that I am slower, less coordinated and a bit of a whinger at times (who me?!), I love that he pushes me. When we first got together I couldn’t throw a ball or run further than about 100 metres. I wrote myself off pretty early in life as a drama kid, someone who didn’t care for any kind of exercise. He never took no for an answer, and the more I get out there and try things the more I realise that I never would have experienced some of the most special moments of my life. I have watched the sunrise from the peak of Mt Batur and the wild waves lapping the shore from the top of the Knob in Tasmania. Together we have snowboarded the POW of the slopes of Niseko in Japan and swam with the whale sharks in Exmouth. This year in the craziest turn of events of all, I became a yoga teacher!
Today, instead of just pushing the pavement and getting directly to our route, we rode the breathtaking grounds of the University of Western Australia then followed the Swan River with the Perth skyline setting the scene. We passed the iconic Boatshed, the winter air crisp and beautiful, the water shining and sparkling in the sun.
Attitude is everything. I can choose to be the diva sulking on the road side, or I can choose to enjoy the ride and have gratitude for what I experience along the way.
What perspective do you take?
Onward Bound xo