Why the heck does Sue Nador’s husband hit the road every year when their anniversary rolls around, and why doesn’t it bother her?
For the past number of years, my husband John and I have celebrated our May 27th wedding anniversary apart: not just emotionally, but also physically. I stay in Toronto, John heads to the east coast. While he is there, he gets hot and sweaty with fast women in skimpy clothing, all with slim, tight bodies. He comes home exhausted and totally spent. I know he sleeps with them. I can smell it when he walks in the door.
How do I feel about this?
I thank my lucky stars that he has found other people to satisfy his needs. God knows I tried, but I just didn’t have it in me.
John is a competitive runner, and for the past number of years (coinciding with the date of our anniversary) he joins a team with sixteen other uber-competitive people to run a 24 hour relay around the Cabot Trail in Nova Scotia. They forego valuable sleep to cheer on their teammates in this insane mountain run; consume stale sandwiches and disgusting energy drinks; ride around in a van that smells of body odor; and then crash together in a hotel room at the end of it all.
This is John’s idea of a good time. Sounds like hell to me.
For a while, John and I did do charity runs together in the spirit of togetherness. It was an annual thing. I was the charity. John was very good natured about it given we are in a completely different class of runners.
One year we both entered the Longboat 10K run on the Toronto Island. I joked that we should line up together at the start line, run the same pace in the matching running outfits we would buy, and cross the finish line holding hands. John said “Gee, now that sounds like a great idea!” I think he was being sarcastic.
So, the day of the Longboat race, John took his place at the front of the pack with the better runners. I stood far at the back of the crowd to ensure I did not get trampled on. From the starting gun, I started to breathe funny from anxiety, had to stop a few times because of leg cramps, smiled weakly when spectators at the sidelines clapped in encouragement as I scaled a small mound of sand with the sign ‘Heartbreak Hill’ on it (it was a one foot 15 degree incline; the sign was a joke that I didn’t find the least bit funny).
After John finished the 10K in well under 40 minutes, he decided to run back to find me. He found me limping along trying to get to the finish line, which was still about a kilometer away—even though I was nearing the one-hour mark.
—modified photo John Wright/ Flickr Creative Commons
Aleta and Ashley, pretty sure “sleeps with them” is a play on words, because he goes away for short periods of time and they spend the night together . . . . running up a mountain. Don’t think so smutty! I think she is saying he goes out there to be competitive and among “equals” as she is not up to the task of competitive running. If its what he wants to do and she is relieved of being inferior and they are both happy with the situation, then its great 🙂
If my husband were sleeping with other women, much less on our wedding anniversary….goodbye to that marriage.
Pretty sure its a pun, as in he spends the night running up a mountain with strangers getting all sweaty. I don’t think its meant to be smutty! and besides, even if it was, some people can function quite well in open relationships – although its defo not for me!
What is your purpose in writing this exactly? Do you have a message or do you just feel like airing out what other people might consider “dirty laundry,” for the sake of proving that you don’t consider it “dirty?”
Whats “dirty” about competitive running? Nothing a good soak in the tub wont solve 😀