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they dont call me vanilla Tom anymore wrote:
I felt compelled to share my story, as I have recently seen threads on how high mileage ruins marriages.
Here’s my story in short. I married into a very wealthy family that is all about prestige, being notable, being attractive, etc. Everyone in my wife’s family has that special “star” quality. When she married me, I was always seen by them as not having that, and they would rub it in. They called me “vanilla Tom”.
Fast forward 10 yrs. Our marriage is crumbling, wife treats me like 3rd wheel. I’d been running 50mpw for years, but wasn’t running fast times or look particularly fit. Every year there is a 5k in the rich town her parents have their mansion. Her brothers win every year with low 16’s, her father not far behind in mid 17’s as a 50 yr old. I would always come through in high 18’s. I made a decision after the race two years ago that was the last time I would be beaten by her brothers. I ramped up my mileage. 70 mpw. Then 80. Running twice per day. I started getting faster and my appearance started changing. Muscle cuts were starting to appear in my legs, my ribs, my neck. People started making comments that I was looking really fit. Wife started hearing these comments and almost seemed bothered that I was rising. I loved it.
Annual race weekend came. I was ready. As I watched her brothers do their strides and warm-ups, I knew the next 15 minutes were going to change things. Gun goes off. They stride out like the pricks they are. They look to their right at the mile 1 marker by the old mansion on Ocean avenue. To their surprise, I’m there. I give a smile. We turn the corner towards the lake. I see their Aunt Mona on the side of the room in her normal spectator spot by the Sotherby’s. I lock eyes with her and speed up ahead of them just to get a rise out of her. I do it for a quick 5 seconds and then pull back and they catch up. We’re running 15 high pace and that’s the best I can hold. We run past the lake, then past the old Essex house. I can feel them starting to panic. We’re into the last mile. I start thinking about the past. How they treated me, how I was nothong more than “vanilla Tom” as they would call me. I started to get filled up with adrenaline. We turn the corner to the last 400 on the main drag on Ocean Ave. I look to the left, smile, and say, “Hey Guys. It’s been fun. Gotta go now”. I stride out and quickly gap them. The crowds start to cheer. I’m waving and feeling like the top man. I see the finishing tape, lean in, and give a roar.
That night, my wife initiates sex for the first time in our relationship. Suddenly I was hot. And guess what, since that day, none of them have ever uttered the words “vanilla Tom” again.
So that’s a story I felt I need to share in comparison to the others I see posted . And yes, I still run 100mpw to this very day. Thanks for letting me share my story.
4/10. 100mpw means you're never around so your wife never has to see you. Just like the guy who builds model trains in his basement..
they dont call me vanilla Tom anymore wrote:
I felt compelled to share my story, as I have recently seen threads on how high mileage ruins marriages.
Here’s my story in short. I married into a very wealthy family that is all about prestige, being notable, being attractive, etc. Everyone in my wife’s family has that special “star” quality. When she married me, I was always seen by them as not having that, and they would rub it in. They called me “vanilla Tom”.
Fast forward 10 yrs. Our marriage is crumbling, wife treats me like 3rd wheel. I’d been running 50mpw for years, but wasn’t running fast times or look particularly fit. Every year there is a 5k in the rich town her parents have their mansion. Her brothers win every year with low 16’s, her father not far behind in mid 17’s as a 50 yr old. I would always come through in high 18’s. I made a decision after the race two years ago that was the last time I would be beaten by her brothers. I ramped up my mileage. 70 mpw. Then 80. Running twice per day. I started getting faster and my appearance started changing. Muscle cuts were starting to appear in my legs, my ribs, my neck. People started making comments that I was looking really fit. Wife started hearing these comments and almost seemed bothered that I was rising. I loved it.
Annual race weekend came. I was ready. As I watched her brothers do their strides and warm-ups, I knew the next 15 minutes were going to change things. Gun goes off. They stride out like the pricks they are. They look to their right at the mile 1 marker by the old mansion on Ocean avenue. To their surprise, I’m there. I give a smile. We turn the corner towards the lake. I see their Aunt Mona on the side of the room in her normal spectator spot by the Sotherby’s. I lock eyes with her and speed up ahead of them just to get a rise out of her. I do it for a quick 5 seconds and then pull back and they catch up. We’re running 15 high pace and that’s the best I can hold. We run past the lake, then past the old Essex house. I can feel them starting to panic. We’re into the last mile. I start thinking about the past. How they treated me, how I was nothong more than “vanilla Tom” as they would call me. I started to get filled up with adrenaline. We turn the corner to the last 400 on the main drag on Ocean Ave. I look to the left, smile, and say, “Hey Guys. It’s been fun. Gotta go now”. I stride out and quickly gap them. The crowds start to cheer. I’m waving and feeling like the top man. I see the finishing tape, lean in, and give a roar.
That night, my wife initiates sex for the first time in our relationship. Suddenly I was hot. And guess what, since that day, none of them have ever uttered the words “vanilla Tom” again.
So that’s a story I felt I need to share in comparison to the others I see posted . And yes, I still run 100mpw to this very day. Thanks for letting me share my story.
Were you following the Norweigian method?
As usual, this is useless without pics. Let's see the wife and Aunt Mona. And for the heck of it, let's see your mother-in-law too. These rich middle-aged white women tend to take care of themselves pretty well.
TMOX1968 wrote:
I feel the need to write a song based on this in the style of 'Hurricane' by Bob Dylan. I'll call it The Life and Death of Vanilla Tom. I'll get the lyrics knocked out soon and reply again.
If I had any suggestion for improvement, it would be one brother falling down as he struggled to outsprint you and the other one tearing his hamstring, and when you cross the line, turn back and say, "I may be Vanilla but looks like you two had a Rocky Road today!"
Meta AI and I collaborated on the song - queue up Hurricane, do you best Dylan impression, and sing along!
(Verse 1)
In the land of the wealthy and proud
Where prestige and beauty wear the crown
I married into a family of stars
But they saw me as a mere mortal, near and far
They called me "Vanilla Tom", a name that cut deep
A constant reminder, I didn't quite fit the keep
But I had a fire burning, a flame that wouldn't cease
I vowed to prove them wrong, to show them my release
(Chorus)
Oh, the wheels of change are turning round
I'm breaking free from the chains that bound
I'm rising up, like a phoenix from the ashes cold I'm taking back my name, and my story to be told
(Verse 2)
I hit the pavement hard, with a determination strong
70 miles a week, then 80, my body began to transform
Muscle cuts appeared, like a work of art in progress People took notice, and my wife's family felt the pressure
The annual race approached, and I was ready to face
The brothers who once beat me, with a smile and a grace
I lined up at the start, with a fierce cry in my soul
I was no longer "Vanilla Tom", I was a force to be whole
(Chorus)
Oh, the wheels of change are turning round
I'm breaking free from the chains that bound
I'm rising up, like a phoenix from the ashes cold
I'm taking back my name, and my story to be told
(Bridge)
I felt the adrenaline rush, as I took the lead
The crowds cheered my name, as I broke the speed
I saw the finishing tape, and I gave a mighty roar
I was the champion, and I knew I'd score
(Verse 3)
That night, my wife came to me, with a newfound desire
Suddenly, I was hot, and my name was on fire
No more "Vanilla Tom", no more shame and pain
I was the victor, and my story would be told again and again
(Chorus)
Oh, the wheels of change are turning round
I'm breaking free from the chains that bound
I'm rising up, like a phoenix from the ashes cold
I'm taking back my name, and my story to be told
(Outro)
Now I'm the one they look up to, with a newfound respect
I'm the one who rose from the ashes, and took back my neglect
I'm the one who proved them wrong, with a fierce cry and a grin
I'm the one who took back my name, and I'm winning again.
Did the brothers pound their fists into the ground after the race saying how they were going to train their brains out and beat you next year?
Well ... at least you're now able to run away from the marriage even faster than before. Nice yarn.
Just reading the title of this thread, I thought it was going to be about how a guy who was going crazy and considering leaving his wife because of post nuptial shut off.
But then he started running 100 miles per week and was just too tired to care about being intimate with his wife anymore, which saved his marriage.
TGOB wrote:
And then u woke up and realized you were George on just the latest Seinfeld episode:-)
If that's the case, perhaps he should act like George in that one episode where George did the opposite of every instinct he had and thus became successful.
"They stride out like the pricks they are"
So funny - I can actually picture it.
Nice story and fun read. You'll have to give us a story annually. Chapter 2 2025.
GOBBLE GOBBLE MOTHREF$KERS!!!!
youareamuppetmyson wrote:
Every day I log on to this message board and observe new types of mental illness that I didn't even know existed.
I'm not sure which is funnier - the OP's post (amazing) or this one. I think i laughed the hardest on this post.
Like a movie wrote:
This is really the dream. Has all the makings for a movie. Will need to cast someone very hot for your wife. She’s the keystone.
This movie already exists. Called “Better living through chemistry” with Sam Rockwell.
This is a little like the movie Better Living Through Chemistry but it was about cycling.
youareamuppetmyson wrote:
Every day I log on to this message board and observe new types of mental illness that I didn't even know existed.
This is what keeps me coming back 20 years later. Great thread... Instant classic
This is the sequel to Again to Carthage.
sorry dude. i couldn't even make it through your post. but by just reading the title, if you are running 100 mpw, you're married to running.
9/10 great story and you have talent as a writer. Please consider taking a stab at a novel
You wait for your wife to initiate sex? It’s marriage you don’t need consent. Men arnt men anymore because of this joke concept a wife needs to initiate sex. Must be a new things with the millennials- real men take their wife’s and make them enjoy it, it’s how things are.
logically it’s impossible for both to ever equally consent- there is always one that needs to take (power) and the one receiving. Relationships fail when both fight to take -which is backwards. Men take action, provide, control. Woman, let go, give back, stfu ho