Wife Carrying Contest
I want to participate in the Wife Carrying Contest. A few weeks ago in class, a client informed me that such a thing exists. She and her husband came in fourth place a few years ago. The concept seems thrilling to me (the carried), but less thrilling to Matt (the carrier).
Knowing this race existed made me consider getting married. But luckily you don’t have to be legally married to participate so Matt and I can totally compete in this race. Nowadays they don’t even make the guy carry the girl, which could end up being a problem for me.
I came home so excited and expecting Matt to be excited too. But what you must realize is that Matt and I basically weigh the same amount. We both weigh in under 140. Matt is pretty convinced that anyone who would do well in such a race must be a big guy (perhaps a former football player) with a wife much more petite that her partner. He’s thinking a 200-pound guy and a 90-pound woman would do well together. Since Matt would have to carry his own body weight, he thought we might not do so well.
We watched a couple videos of the event. I told him I thought we could handle it and that he was strong (he has on many occasions carried me to bed after I’ve fallen asleep). His response to my encouraging words was to throw me over his shoulder and run around our house in circles, to which I responded with screams about how I didn’t want to hit my head and that my head was going to explode from all the blood rushing to it.
He put me down thinking he could rest his case. I think we just need practice. We have until October. Matt and I have a deal. If I lose 12-pounds by September, he’ll carry me. If I don’t, I have to carry him. (Note: Matt wants me to clarify that he doesn’t think I need to lose weight, he just doesn’t think we’ll have a shot at success if I don’t. The fact that the winner gets paid five times her weight in cash is not being considered.)