Here's the truth-- I had no idea what "mud run" actually meant. In my mind, you'd run three miles, and at the very end, jump through a couple of pits of mud and look all happy. Negative. It apparently requires you to be an ÜberAthlete; there were hills, trenches, knotted ropes to climb, crawling through tunnels, and over 50 mud pits.
My friend L was down to partake in this little adventure with me. L is a beast; she runs triathlons, is a former abs instructor (insane!), and is training soon for the upcoming Ironman. To put this into perspective, she was running the Mud Run on her "off" day; I was sore and hobbling and taking asprin for the next two days.
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L & I pre-race |
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Mud Pits!! |
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Deciding running is not for me |
- I am not a runner. I really like sports, but I prefer one where there is a ball or goal or something in front of you. Running is not "my thing".
- No matter how much you want to keep your shoes/clothes, there is no way to salvage it all. Especially your socks.
- Ziplock bags aren't enough to save your camera that you have inside your pockets.
Due to the camera casualty, sadly, there are no "after race" pictures. But, by the end, I looked like this guy:
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Gloppy Molasses from Candyland |
That sounds pretty hardcore but I bet it feels good to cross it off your list!
love it! you're pretty awesome!
Amazing! I am in awe.