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Some Tough Mudders

February 18, 2012


It seemed easy enough to agree to participate in the Tough Mudder when I was asked back in November. “Sure, sounds like fun” I said as the grin crept across my coworkers face. I should have known then that he was just happy to have another poor soul participate along side him in this miserable race.

I didn’t really know much about Tough Mudder when I agreed to participate, but I’m always down to try new challenging things, so it seemed like a no-brainer. I had only met 2 of the 10 people in our team by the time the night before the event rolled around. We were all gathering to pick up our Hoodrich Princess team jerseys, and load up on some pasta before the big race.

Everyone was cool enough, and had a very positive attitude towards the next days events. We watched videos of people running the race, getting tazed, falling in mud and what not while keeping idle chit chat and laughing about our weaknesses. It was then that I realized that I was way under prepared for this event. These guys had been training, running half marathons, and drinking vampire blood in preparation for this thing. I had only cut back on my pizza and beer intake, and hit the gym a few times more than normal. I was screwed, and in 12 hours I would regret not taking this more seriously.

With a bum knee and no training my only hope was to kick someone in the head the morning of the event and render them incapacitated in hopes of having a teammate to maintain a slow pace with me. That, or pray for our car to roll over on the highway on the way to the event.

As we stood at the starting gate staring at everyone else in the 30 degree weather you couldn’t help but be happy with the fact that a few thousand other people were also dumb enough to subject themselves to this type of torture. It truly was nice to see my fellow lemmings standing around looking overly confident right before the inevitable cliff.

The race was tough, cold, fun, challenging, and somewhat evil. I don’t know what else to say. I won’t go into detail on the 27 obstacles, or the ins and outs of the 12 miles, because all you need to know is that it was freaking hard.

Needless to say the amazing, ragtag team of princesses finished the entire course, but not without some serious teamwork. These guys and gal were amazing, and I never would have made it all 12 miles with my knee had it not been for them. Matter of fact, I had to be damn-near carried over the finish line after being tazed 4 or 5 times in the last obstacle.

The race was tough, but mainly because of the cold. Other than that, it was a lot of fun, very challenging and an great time.

To Jack, Scott R., Scott S., Alex S. Alex W., Michael, Andy, Davis and Whitney you guys are amazing people, and I’ll hobble along side you anytime.

About half the obstacles incorporated water in some form or fashion

The worst of the many mud obstacles

The team after 12 miles

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