Let's look at it from her point of view. For starters, she really wants to go. I'd call Jenn an "armchair adventurer," but she has in fact had a number of adventures beyond being married to me for a number of years I forget how many right now but I can look it up.
One of the most adventurous adventures she ventured was backpacking with her friend Laura through Europe. She'd asked me to go but I heard "backpacking" and "hostels" and "find a place to stay on the day we arrive in a country in which we do not speak the native language" so I declined.
We'd already been married for about a year, so this wasn't some lark undertaken by a lithe college student but a premeditated whim by a well-past-graduation-and-now-holding-a-white-collar-job working woman. Jenn was always in good shape, mind you, but she wasn't a hit-the-gym-at-5am or climb-a-mountain-every-other-weekend type of gal, either, so it was impressive that she was able to burst though her comfort zone to achieve something she had always wanted to attempt.
She and Laura had a lot of, well, adventures on that trip, and during her absence I survived a not-quite-near-death experience with a bowl of pasta (more about that in a later post). She's been dying to get on a show like The Amazing Race in order to see the world, but how much of the Taj Mahal can you take in while you're running as fast as you can to find a checkpoint so you can solve a puzzle in order to haggle with a cab driver to whisk you away to yet another checkpoint?
The trip to the North Pole is something she'd appreciate more: definitely outside her comfort zone — you should see how she shivers pathetically when we take the kids sledding — but a thrilling adventure she would relish.
If this convinces you that you should send my wife to the North Pole, please vote for her so she'll have a chance to go to the North Pole. Thank you.
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