Happened to me on the weekend. She beat me on the bike for the first time ever. Handed me my ass by being 26 seconds faster over a 20 kms TT. We were both on Cervelo P2K’s.
She beats me on the run always but that’s no big deal because I’ve never considered myself a runner. But to lose on the bike is another matter. It’s total humiliation.
My time was a full minute and a half slower than last year. Looks like the engine needs some work.
My wife beats me all the time during runs - we’ve been married for 23 years and I have only beat her once or twice. Now she want to do an Ironman. Z
When my wife and I climb long, steep hills on our bikes, she can kick my ass. She’s tiny (5’3, 105 lbs) but strong, which serves to her advantage up the mountains. But at 175 lbs, I always beat her on the way back down.
I get my ass kicked all the time! not in training, shes not a runner or cyclist or swimmer or anything, but shes 6’4" and is one STRONG woman. Used to wrestle for WWE and TNA.
For the two previous seasons my wife has normally beaten me on the bike. So far this year I am doing better. I always beat her clock time on the run, but she normally beats me percentile wise. We did a marathon this February and I think it was the first time I ever beat her on a percentile basis in a run.
Handed me my ass by being 26 seconds faster over a 20 kms TT.
There was a time I respected you, but not anymore.
I always, always beat the GF on the bike. I only beat her on the run if, it is her “time”, or I wear her out on the bike first.
My ex-wife could beat me at pull-ups and push-ups, but then again as a little girl she had been a world class gymnast who trainined under Bela Karoly. Not many women can do 20 pull-ups! However she could never swim, bike or run with me.
A moment of silence for our friend from the North.
…sshhhhhhhhhh!
Thank you everyone and our sympathies go out to you cerveloguy.
Regularly on the bike…most of the time in the last km of a long ride…I’ll have towed her a good portion of the way and coming into the last stretch she’s usually waiting to pounce in a sprint. And that was before I got her the new Orbea (which is inifinitely lighter and accelerates much faster). I’ll look over my shoulder to see what she’s got planned and as I look back she’ll come blowing my me…she’s gone 54km in a dead sprint on a flat…after a 40km ride.
Thats because Cervelo is a girls bike. Get yourself a manly bike and you will be “on top” once again.
Only when I ask her to…
That’s cool! She must get a lot of curious stares when she’s out in public.
I’ll go head-to-head against the girlfriend in June at Philly. I’ve never trained so hard for a race as this one.
She beats me in sex appeal, but that is where it ends (as it should). If she ever beats me, in any sporting discipline (without the use of supplemental testosterone) I will fling myself off the bridge. After all, a man’s self worth is only a function of how much we are able to exceed our women in sport.
She gets all sorts of strange shit when we’re out. I only pay for drinks about half the time now. Dudes LOVE to buy her drinks. Kids are the greatest. They almost always say something about how big she is and they just LOVE her.
Sometimes its a pain in the ass because dudes will just walk up and start trying to be all puffed up and shit. At dinner, in bars, whatever, Brother I’m having a drink with my lady, give us a minute to finish the conversation and then drool over her.
I cant stop talking about her! she left for France today and I miss her horribly. sniff, sniff, I so whipped!
Man, I wish that I could find a woman that can keep up with me on the bike. I’m not a fast runner, but I have met few women that can keep up with me. For swimming, there is one girl on my triathlon team that can beat me in the pool, but she has been swimming for like 10 years.
That is awesome. My wife is about 8 inches shorter and , ahemm… an indeterminate number of pounds heavier and when the wrestling mood comes upon her, she just kills me. Usually the mood come upon her when I am whining about being tired from a five hour ride. That gets her fired up because she knows I’ll be a wuss. Even on good days I would say its and even match.
When I first started triathlon she was swimming with me and usually beat me. I was terrible and she was fair. We did one tri together and she beat me out of the water by five seconds, and I was wearing a wetsuit. Not much lately though. She seems to have lost interest in exercise.
Chad
Aren’t you now required (after being beat by a girl) to tuck your balls back, squeeze your knees together, make a rabbit face… and sing litty bunny foo foo walkin’ through the forest in front of all of your close friends/family. I guess I thought that was the policy.
She left for France??? and she is gorgeous???
sorry man…
hehehe
Yes but I sent her off proper! 