I have written before about my lifelong love of running. I. Love. To. Run. One of my biggest joys is encouraging those who think they can’t do it to DO IT! Lace up your shoes and get out on your neighborhood streets. If I can do it, so can you my sweet babies.
This weekend I’m doing something new: a mud run. I’m part of a team of whippersnappers, me being the team elder, and I can’t wait. Should be some good dirty fun.
Jay, our team captain (oh, Captain!), and I met through the Internet many many moons ago and have become dear friends. She has taken up running and was the force behind getting our team together for the Fightin’ Texas Mud Run. Go on and click that link and take a looky-loo at what I’ll be doing this weekend.
Back? Did anyone cringe or want to call a granny intervention for me?
Jay also took charge of making the team shirts for the run; we are team Grand Mudders.
Bright is good. We can keep tabs on each other this way.
Even though I run like a crazy woman, I have a gitchy back that has been known to stop me cold. How bad is my back? Once I used an office chair as a walker for A MONTH. True story.
I hesitated to join the team because of my limitation. But Jay was persistent and totally hounded me into signing up. WHAT HAVE I DONE?! My one solace as the race has gotten closer is the Angus burger and beer that I’d get post-run. Yes, I’m that easy. Promise to feed me and liquor me up a bit and I’ll pretty much do anything stoopid to have some fun.
Next week, I’ll post the carnage pics here. I’ll need them as evidence for Sweet E that once his Granny-P (?), his Goo-Goo (?), his G-Momster (?) had badass mud run chops.
Here’s a peek into my nervousness at what I should wear: