Gin and I have different ideas on fitness. She loves spin classes at Tag cycling in Whistler. I tried it once, but found the last thing I want is someone screaming at me to pick up the pace. I prefer more cross training, walking with weights each morning, Grouse grinding and working out with my medicine ball. Gin says the grind is just following someone else's rear end up a hill. Of course we cycle together, especially when I come up to Whistler on the weekends. There are some great routes with adequate shoulders (in most cases). All are breathtaking, with beautiful scenery, wildlife, smells and sounds (this includes Harley's roaring by your ear doing 80 mph). Depending on the party factor the night before, we choose routes anywhere from 35-85km.
Everyone asks us about our training, but the truth is I'm not worried about it as much as being injured. Fact is if one of us has a bad crash, it'll be like playing the hockey game without a puck. Having said that I was rear ended by a five ton drywall truck on my way home last week, waiting for the light to change. Loudest bang I've ever heard and sandwiched my car into the one in front of me. My car's close to a write off. My back is sore, so I'm on the message table this weekend. Just grateful I wasn't on my road bike that time. SHEEEEESKKK!