On healthy family competition

I finished work early today and got to take a bikeride with my husband before he got back to work in the afternoon. This was our first bike ride together since 1999 when we went biking at Cape Cod. We were dating at the time, and I blame the "giddy feelings" for the fall I took 10 minutes into the bikeride. Lets just say that he was on the bike behind me making sweet loving distracting comments, and when I turned my head to respond...bummm! I have a scar on my forehead and a huge one on my L elbow to remind me of that lovely afternoon. Needless to say, I stopped biking for about 10 years because of that. But just like I ended up learning to swim at age of 34, after fearing water since age 5 (when I got pushed in a pool) I decided that I needed to get back on the bike this year as well. Face what you fear, right? After a couple of easy slow caution-filled rides during the past few weeks, today the husband and I had our second biking date! A few things about my husband. He is the most annoying athletic person I know. Last year we did a 5K together and both ran a 6:55 average pace, except that that was his first run in a months or so and I had been consistently running. Last summer I took him to the Fells, a reservation with hilly and rocky trails and ran together on the Skyline trail, a v technical 8 milers that I was running consistently around that time. In fact, I was the first woman I on a race there last Fall. Lets just say that he kicked my butt big time by sprinting up those rocky hills without any change in his breathing rate. Annoying! Today I was sure I had an advantage on him. I have a better bike, a new Fujy 2000 road bike and, although he uses his bike to get around, he has a v old rusty bike with only a couple of gears. The weather was beautiful and we figured we'd have time to bike about 1 hour together, and I would go on my own after that. We biked at an easy pace and caught up on things until my competitive self put on a challenge (everything in our household is decided upon challenges and bets, a bit of a "Chris-Ana-Maria Amazing Race Competition" - in graduate school we used to play a game of backgammon daily to decide who is "the champion of the day") - see who gets to the end of the path first. I biked hard, I changed gears, I took some Gu, I stood up on the bike, but nothing worked. Although he was close to me, he was in front and he got to Bedford before I did. This means more than that I have to do dishes tonight. This means that I have to think of another challenge, one that I can actually win. Maybe if I have him run a marathon without any training...Hmm!!!