Why are women so threatened by one another? I don´t get it.
Here is what happened to me just one of the times I experienced animosity from a sister…
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It was a Sunday morning and my wonderful hubby agreed to “staff the breakfast blitz” and assume all early morning duties while I took off for about 75 minutes (he times me) on my fancy $100 Target faux mountain-bike and headed toward the beach.
I was in my zone, taking in all the “environmental aromas” - natural and not-so-natural. Feeling the breeze in my hair and peddling hard against the blustery winds, I had my heartbeat way up- probably in cardiac arrest zone, but I didn´t care.
I made the climb to the bridge that crosses over the intra-coastal en route to the beach. The bridge was up as a massive luxurious yacht was passing through so all bikers and pedestrians had to stop and wait.
A small group of cyclists on Italian road bikes pulled up behind me- all decked out in expensive designer gear with the latest high tech communication system, heart-monitor and hydration gadgets strapped all around their perfectly toned athletic bodies from head to torso. They seemed more like deep -sea rescue scuba divers than cyclists!
As I waited there patiently enjoying the view of the vessel and all its pampered sun-bathing passengers, each rider, one by one greeted me with a proverbial “good morning” or “hello, nice day, isn´t it?”
All five MALES did that is, except the LONE FEMALE.
She didn´t even look in my direction.
In fact, she went out of her way to “ignore me.”
I actually tried to make eye contact to give her a “I´m down with you, fellow warrior bad-ass chick” type of nod as I intentionally wiped my brow with my left hand trying to flaunt my wedding band. This fruitless gesture was done in effort to convey the benevolence of my intentions with her crew of “boy buds.”
It didn´t work.
For sure, she couldn´t have been threatened by me.
I looked like a poor schlep, a joke of a serious rider. I was riding a junky clunky tank, wearing five year-old dirty running shoes, and my wardrobe was more appropriate for a 1986 Jane Fonda aerobics class than a serious 20-mile street ride.
Not to mention my Kmart worn-out, cracked, hand-me-down helmet positioned awkwardly upon my head.
So, what is it? Why wouldn´t this cycling pro (did I also mention that she was in top shape and very attractive?) practice “good-sport” etiquette with a fellow female biking comrade?
Was she afraid that by acknowledging my existence she would call more attention to me and thus, lose her edge and control over her “boyfriends?”
Or, was she just a rude person whose mother never taught her good manners?
Whatever the reason may be, I have also experienced this same type of blatant disregard from sisters at the gym, on the road, in the supermarket, at the beach and anywhere else that males are also present….
What do you think?
Am I reading too much into this?