This fabulous dude TICKS me off. I work out way way way way way way more often than him and still he is in way way way way way way better shape than I (Annoyance #1). Granted, his job requires extensive physical labour so he is getting a workout on a day to day basis but still, I make so much of an effort to ensure that I am being active daily and still, he just glides on by like nothing's going on. When we go for a walk (and I mean a heavy duty, get your heart rate up walk), he wears sandals. When we go hiking at the conservation area and my feet are tired and cramped by the end, he's still wearing sandals. And,
To top it all of, last night, we went for a bike ride. A really, really, really long bike ride. We rode into town, stopped to visit with a few friends, rode to the bank and the movie store and then rode home. By the time we were on the last stretch towards home, I really started pushing myself. I was peddling hard and beginning to feel the pain. By the way, I think I forgot to mention, the fabulous dude was wearing, you got it, sandals. At one point in the midst of my agony and struggle for breath, I looked over at him to see if he was working as hard as I was.
If only I had my camera there to show you evidence of what I saw. There, beside me, was my sweet dear husband, riding effortlessly with no hands on the handles bars, weaving around the road resembling a uni-cycle rider in the circus. I slowed down and said to him, "You know, it makes me feel really bad when we're exercising together and I'm pushing myself with all my strength to keep going and you just float along as though you aren't even expending one ounce of energy".
He responded by saying, "That doesn't really make you feel bad." (Annoyance #2). Recently he has developed this habit of telling me how I do or don't feel. At this point, I'm pretty sure he just does it to annoy me on purpose because he knows how much it irks me. I will say, "I think I want a snack". He will say "No you don't really want one". I will say, "I would love it if you could do the dishes tonight". He will say, "No you wouldn't really love that." I say, "I'm bored". He says, "You're not bored." Get the point?
Back to the story ... so he tells me that it doesn't really make me feel bad when I'm working hard and he's just sailing along in his sandals. Of course, this just gets me even more ticked (Please note: stubbornness and competitiveness are two of my finest qualities). So I yell some kind of "Arghhh noise" and pedal harder. At this point, we were getting quite close to the road on which we would turn up to go towards home. He slows down to turn and I yell, "I'm not riding with you, I'll go the other way." This will show him, I thought, as I began to peddle faster and harder. I will ride as hard as I can and beat him home, that way he'll see that I am a good bike rider.
Within a few seconds, I hear something coming up behind me. I look to my left and what do I see? There he is, effortlessly zooming past me, sitting up straight, flapping his arms like a chicken and looking quite proud of himself. He turned around after going up the road and was still able to catch up with me, even with no hands on the handlebars. I could have killed him in that moment.
And this morning, I am struggling to move because my legs and butt are so sore. And him? He's working and feelin' fine. Arggh ... how annoying.
Now that I have vented all my frustrations, I feel much better. I'm off to wash three weeks worth of Tupperware that the FD finally brought home from work yesterday (Annoyance #3....)
I love you, dear.