With Debra Ferguson's a.k.a. "F-Stop" assistance, I have now found what will surely be my next cross training. Yes, of course, wife carrying! Why didn't I think of it before? I am not carrying enough weight on our runs, and just the thought of me carrying my wife out for a spin through the neighborhood already has me knowing that if I can do that, 18 miles will be nothing.
I can't help but notice the irony of it all, too. Here we are, planning a "Butt Challenge" and now we have a way that all the married men can enter, even if they don't cook! Check out the picture I found from the wife carrying website!
4 comments:
you are too funny.
Chuck,
don't get any ideas that Debra and I are going to carry your BUTT on Saturday!!! That is what the little red wagon is for!! Suzanne
I'm so glad I steered you toward a sport that suits you! Yes, I did notice the Butt Challenge irony but I was just toooo southern gentile to mention it!!hahaha
Load the beer wagon for Saturday. We're gonna need it, but short of that I'll be packing Monsters for afterwards.
Debra
Perhaps our wives could meet us somewhere about mile 25 in Chicago with a cold beverage in hand and THEN we could carry them across the finish line.
It would make an excellent photo op!
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