People wonder if our house is something of a tense place to be. I get asked questions all of the time…. What’s it like with two type A triathletes who compete at a high level…. Is it insanity? It’s actually not insanity. I have recounted before about how we work to strike a balance and all of that. But there are a few things you should know.
Curt and I are basically the same size. We can share clothes (for the most part), shoes, and bikes. This became evident when he began to wear my Newton Running shoes. Mind you if I so much as sneeze on his …. Anything….. he don’t like it so much!!!!! What he doesn’t know is that often times I steal his jerseys, especially that red Pearl Iszumi one…..and I will wear it for a 5 hour ride. While I used to think it was funny to not wash it, just put it back into the pile….. I realize he doesn’t mind stench. When I wear it I wash it with the most flowery smelling detergent that I can.
For the record I do frequently steal his work socks when I go to work. And then lose one.
Last weekend he stole my ice for my ice bath.
I am finicky about my nutrition. I work with the Wizard for crying out loud! So imagine my dismay when I go to take that swig of Power Bar Endurance and realize Curt has dumped the remains of god-knows-what….. into my canister.
Once last year while I was riding I endured a flat tire. When I went to my bike bag which is always packed solid … it was EMPTY. I had to ride my rim home for 6 miles. I found all of my spare stuff on the FLOOR. Curt said he took something from the bag and then….. everything just fell out….. for revenge I took his disc wheel and rode the computrainer with it.
Speaking of disc wheel, two years ago I came home from work at 8:30pm and began getting ready for a race the following day. For the life of me I could not find my rear Bontrager 6.5 wheel! It occurred to me that Curt…. Who was at a duathlon at that very moment…. Had stolen it! I called him to verify! He could not believe he was caught! Right then and there I threw down the trump card.. I AM USING THE DISC.
When we took our vows it went something like this: in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer and I promise to never ever ever touch the disc wheel. He got home that night and my Bontrager was filled with water!!!!! He had ridden in the rain!!!!!!!!!!! I rode the disc. I think all the while I had it he was losing his mind! HA HA HA HA HA!
In 2004 I did pull up next to him on the bike, I made a pass. I saw fire come from his ears. He pulled ahead of me, and then he rode off course. I called to him in my loudest whisper and he rode away, the wrong way! He did manage to get back on course and run his ass off to catch me. He blew by me and did beat me like always. At the finish line he stated he would first barf his own intestines before he got wifed.
Previous to 2008 his Ironman best was an 11:06. Curt’s much faster than an 11:06 but hadn’t figured out the distance. Man’s been a National Champ in short course for years. When I went 10:58 at Ironman Florida…… he signed up the next day for the following year. For an entire year I got to wear the crown of the family’s fastest Ironman!!
He promptly smashed that in 2008 with a 9:55. bastard!
I could go on. The years have been filled with these sorts of antics, its fun. Life has been fun. All seriousness aside I am lucky to have married someone who loves this sport as much as I d. Because my husband is someone who understands….. he understands why.
When I broke 11 hours he understood the emotion. When he broke 10 I did as well. That unsaid understanding of the passion, the drive, the work, the fulfillment. So much of it is unsaid. So much of it is just felt. We give each other space and yet reel each other in when we need to. It’s been a good balance.
Believe it or not it isn’t all multisport in our house; there is a lot of wrestling unfortunately (for me)! There is also a lot of downtime, family hikes, and believe it or not we go to plays a lot. Our little guy loves the theatre. As our son grown up in a multisport house we don’t push him into the sport that we chose…. We give him the opportunity to explore all sports. We don’t want him to try to “be like us”. That’s a lot of pressure for a child to carry around. I hope he never ever ever feels that way. We just want him to continue to love movement, being fit, being healthy. We want him to love the outdoors as much as we do, to bask in the sunshine and in the fresh air.
If he ends up in this sport. He loves the kid’s races, and he’s signed up for five this season! Just wait until he’s our size…… I’d better padlock my bike now! What am I thinking? He has his own, maybe then it will be my turn!