Tonight we went out to dinner after sending the kids off to camp for the weekend. I bored him with talk about stuff including my desire to do a 70.3 next year. I've been trying to get a sense of how he might feel about that. Sometimes he seems very supportive, other times he seems resentful.
Anyway, he's apparently expecting a bonus from work in the next month. While we were on the way home from dinner I asked him what he was planning to spend it on.
He said "I'm thinking about getting a road bike."
"You ARE?!?!? Do you want to try triathlon? or duathlon? or start riding to work? or what?!?!?!, " I responded with great enthusiasm.
He shook his head indicating a negative response.
"I just wanted to be able to go out with you on your weekend training rides."
Huge apologetic teary-eyed smile on my end.
I love this man. I still don't know how he feels about me doing a 70.3 next year. But if he'll start riding with me...well, that's better than any race. :)