I’m a runner. I’ve been running since I was 10. I see you doing the math.
The year Boy got married, I trained for and ran my first marathon. I figured it would be a good way to deal with wedding stress. 26.2 miles, baby. You can read all about it HERE. After that, I added a few half marathons. In between, I just kept running.
Next week, Gigi (?) Gaga (?) Grand of the Most Grand (?) will be attempting her first mudder (nerves make me slip into third person, y’all).
What’s a mudder? This one, specifically, is a three mile run (easy peasy, right?), but just for fun obstacles are presented along the way.
Let’s run down the “fun” obstacles:
* “Razor Wire” belly crawl
* Tire Brigade comprised of 100s of tires
* 100 feet long slides
* Color Bomb Zone
* Giant mud pit
* Giant hill
* Giant wall to scale
* Water pit
Yes, I signed up for this willingly. I’m on a team full of youngsters. I’m the team elder.
While I have been kidding about my trepidation, I’m also looking forward to the event. My saving grace will the the “chicken route” that allows a participant to simply walk around the obstacle if it proves too daunting. My twitchy back may thank me.
There’s also the medal; I jones for the medals. I’ll do almost anything for a medal. Almost.
What about you guys? How do you challenge yourself? What are you doing that makes you (and those around you) question your sanity? Any other mudders out there?