On January 29th I feel off my bike and suffered a compound fracture in my right forearm. (but that is for another post) Subsequently I have 2 scars, one either side of my forearm and a little scar where the bone escaped. One is about 6 inches long and the other is about 8 inches long. On many occasions Marc has requested that I show my scars to anyone and everyone. The guy at the bike shop, a Tough Chik customer at a tri, co-workers, gardeners, really any time cycling or injuries come up in conversation, he makes me pull up my sleeve. Trust me, we talk cycling A LOT, so this is a frequent occurrence.
It dawned on me during this conversation that I think he is jealous of my scars. I think he has a touch of scar envy. Now don't get me wrong, he has his fair share. I don't think anyone who has spent any considerable amount of time on a mountain bike can escape without a few war wounds. But none of his are from surgery, so they aren't nearly as impressive as mine. That or he is proud his wife is "hard core". Probably a little of both, although it does make me a little uncomfortable at times. Some people don't want to see my scars and think scars in general are kind of yuck. This is a concept that seems to be foreign to him.
I have a brunch on Sunday with a cycling group, I should just wear short sleeves.