I’m married to an adrenaline junkie. That adventurous type
you read about and see in movies. He really lives life. Story after story of incredible
experiences and people, mostly wives, stop to look at me and beg the question
“How do you do it?”
Well sometimes, even to my own surprise I can be laid-back. My
immediate thoughts, we’re very independent individuals and thank goodness for a
man with goals. They change from season to season but nerveless seem to get
bigger and scarier. For instance, mountaineering is the current craze in our
house and he’s gearing up and training for the Seven Summits. That means Denali
as early as next year and after that Everest.
MmmHmm. As in Mt. As in those IMAX movies of people you are equally
in awe of, still deciding they are absolutely certifiable. I’m from the Midwest
and I just never knew anyone who did that kind of stuff or wanted to and now…it’s
my other half.
Of course I’m nervous and we’ve had serious talks about
subjects I hope never to experience, at least not in the near future. Naturally
we’ve increased the life insurance. In all of this, despite itself, I’m really
okay with it. I never want to stand in the way of his dreams or anyone’s for
that matter. It’s not in my nature. Anyone that has the courage to pursue and
achieve their heart’s desire is a hero for me.
Another point is that he’s surprisingly responsible about
all of it. He reads the books endlessly. Has invested in several strenuous training
courses, researched the gear, and is taking the necessary precautions and entry
level steps. Yes, there are environmental factors that are out of everyone’s
control which do make me uneasy but I trust him and his judgment…in this
matter.
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