The original track in the rough terrain with fences, rocks and brooks has been altered to suit modern conditions. These following rules set by the International Wife Carrying Competition Rules Committee apply:
-The length of the official track is 253.5meters
-The track has two dry obstacles and a water obstacle, about one meter deep
-The wife to be carried may be your own, the neighbour's or you may have found her further afield; she must, however, be over 17 years of age
-The minimum weight of the wife to be carried is 49 kilograms. If she is less than 49 kg, the wife will be burdened with a rucksack containing additional weight such that the total load to be carried is no less than 49 kg.
-All participants must have fun
-The only equipment allowed is a belt worn by the carrier, the carried must wear a helmet.
-The contestants run the race two at a time, so each heat is a contest in itself
-Each contestant takes care of his/her safety and, if deemed necessary, insurance
-The contestants have to pay attention to the instructions given by the organisers of the competition
-There is only one category in the World Championships and the winner is the couple who completes the course in the shortest time
-Also the most entertaining couple, the best costume and the strongest carrier will be awarded a special prize
Participation fee is 50 euro
And what about rule that "the Contestants have to pay attention to the organizers"...duh. And the "wife must be your own, your neighbors or found further afield, but must be of 17 years of age." What does 'further afield' mean exactly?
As I looked at the photo and thought about this event, it brought a memory back of a guy I dated a few ions ago. He was adorable. Blond, tan, built like a brick shit house...but tall. Like, 6'6" tall. Now some may think this a turn on, but I was 5'6" and rather thin at the time. He had this really annoying habit of picking me up and tucking/carrying me under his arm. What's up with that?
I felt like I was some sort of little toy. "Hi guys! You meet my new little girlfriend, Nancy?"
He drove an extremely cool old International Harvester truck. But of course, it was big. Huge, big. So he'd pick me up to put me inside. It was cute, for a short time. But got old really, really quick.
Adorable or not. The man had to go.
I wonder about him from time to time. Maybe he's in on this whole 'wife carrying' competition. I bet he'd be good at it for getting so much practice without ever realizing he was in training.
I wonder if I still have a photo of him somewhere.
I'll tuck it under my arm...just for old times sake.
I've had the opportunity of attending one of these events - as a spectator only and it was hilarious! I'm sure the Redneck Games could be just as amusing...ReplyDelete
Ah, but what they they don't tell you about is how all the past winning husbands prepare for this event, do they?ReplyDelete
They lock the wifey in the cellar and starve her for a month.. (cue spooky music)
Sound's like a damn fine way to get closer to your spouse.ReplyDelete
If only there were a world championship for emotionally supporting your wife. A sort of verbal carrying aloft, if you will.ReplyDelete
"What about the times when there were only one set of footprints, God?"
"Those were the times, my child, when I was flying. I can do that, you know. I'm God."
Oh, man, I'm 5'9",and I've fantasized about being able to be carried under someone's arm. Ain't happening...ReplyDelete
My ex is half Finnish, and they are a little bit of the odd duck. Of course the prize would be beer!
I read "weird" news all the time and saw the article on the championships a few weeks ago. Thanks for spreading the word even more on this, uh, intriguing sport!ReplyDelete
I'm waaaaay too short to ever participate in a competition like this. My girlfriend is also just as tall as I am, so I don't know how well that would work. I guess that's where the helmet part comes in.ReplyDelete
I'm with Maureen. I'm 5'9 too, and unless I'm married to a giant, this ain't gonna happen.ReplyDelete
"He had this really annoying habit of picking me up and tucking/carrying me under his arm."ReplyDelete
Hilarious, and yet, so very bizarre. I'm not sure if I'd characterize this as arm candy or simply luggage.
When I first started dating my wife, I gave her a piggy back ride in her closet-sized studio apartment, lost my footing, and sent her hurtling head-first into the oven. Needless to say, we won't be entering this competition.
Yowza! This is one Chris would have a hard time winning. Not that he's weak, but uhm, well...let's put it this way. If we won the competition they would have to give him the whole brewery.ReplyDelete
I saw this on the news too. I thought it was a bad idea in so many ways. I know I'd be laughing so hard with Mr. Peach Tart trying to balance me while performing all these physical activities that I'd be falling on my arse totally embarrassing myself.ReplyDelete
I've never heard of these kind of competitions before....thanks for the read, I like interesting things. Now-a-days anything is possible I guess!ReplyDelete
I love this! Thanks for sharing the info.ReplyDelete
That's hilarious. And yes, wtf?! Wuh-eird.ReplyDelete