So Jaymie and I decided to do the "Mud Run", I was thinking it would be easier because there would be obstacles and so that would take my mind off of running. But I was wrong. It was very tough, the terrain was hard to run on, it was hilly and the obstacles made things harder. We ran for probably 1 mile and then went down a steep hill (we chose the decline route - which was labeled as the hardest) to where we then entered a creek. This water was chilly, and waist high. It wasnt too bad, I tried not to think about what I might be stepping on...ew! Then we made it to the other side where we climbed back up a steep hill, which by this time was a mudslide due to the previous (faster) runners bringing half the creek with them. It was a little tricky, but not too bad. The hard part came after - when we were now running with extra weight and slippery socks! Next we ran another mile to a fence - we climbed this and made our way to some tractor tires. We scaled those and moved right on the mud pit (hence the name of the run) which had bungy cords strung accross it which meant you were to crawl through the mud. So on our hands and knees we went laughing the whole way (I had to laugh or I would throw up!!) especially when I splashed the water, er mud, onto my face. Sick! Then after we made our way out of the mud we ran another mile to the finish line, trying the entire way not to roll an ankle. Luckily there was a guy reminding us not to roll an ankle...as if we werent running on it. Yeah buddy, I can tell theres a chance for rolling an ankle...I can feel the chunks of concrete under my feet. Regardless, I had a successful run. I only had three goals for my first race. 1. Do not get last place 2. Do not get hurt, and number 3. Do not throw up. I accomplished all those goals, although number 3 lingered at the back of my throat for a good 3 hours after the race :)! Oh I almost forgot, one of me and Jaymies goals was the enjoy a cold Michelob Ultra after the race, I mean after all the race was sponsered by them. Much to our dismay, the two of us still look like 20 year olds because we were unable to get a beer without our ID's. If the car wasnt a mile away we would have gone back to the car. But after our wait in line for the fire hose, and the line to see the results...we were waited out (plus I just really wanted to sit down!!) All in all it was a good time, and great memories were made!
Here are a couple before and after pics.
Before
Sorta after, at this point we had already been hosed off by gentle spray of the fire hose. Gentle, yeah right. You can see the mud still dripping down my legs and on my neck and chin. After awhile it started to smell like cow dung, and Im still trying to get the image of myself crawling around in cow poop out of my head.
