This was the dirtiest I have ever been in my entire life. How did this happen?
It all started with a conversation between me and my friend:
My friend: You know what would be really cool? This Mud run 5k. It is 3.5 miles with obstacles through the mud.
Me: Ummm sounds dirty.
My friend: Check out their website. It looks like a lot of fun.
Me: Yea. I am not making any promises.
A little history about me: Even though I married Mr Outdoors, I am not an outdoorsy chick. Under normal circumstances, I do not like to get dirty or sticky. I am a germaphobe. Antibacterial gel is my best friend. I do not like to wet unless I am swimming or in the shower. And in stereotypical black girl fashion, I worried about my hair. Laugh at that if you will, but I do not want it looking jacked up.
***checked out the website***
Me: It does look like fun. I am concerned about how dirty we would get.
My friend: Dirty? That is what soap and water are for!
Me: I just don’t want mud to get in my mouth.
My friend: (laughter)
***about a week later***
Me: You know what? I’m going to do it.
My friend: Awesome!!! We need a 4th person for our team.
My hubby: How come you get to have all the fun playing in the mud?
Me: You’ll do it with us?
Hubby: Yea. Why not?
My friend: Yay!
***two months of cardio. I am too busy working on my abs to worry about my upper body strength. This mentality was my downfall as I would find out later.***
Day of mud run.
- I am wearing sports shirt and tennis skirt (my usual active wear)
- Remove all jewelry. Check
- Shoes duck taped to feet. Check.
- Put on gloves. Check
- Get team number 796 put on arms and legs with Sharpie marker.
- I am ready. Let’s do this!
One and a half hours and 35 obstacles later, it was over. Crawling on knees through mud, sliding down mud hills, walking through mud pits waist deep, climbing over rope walls, and scaling 6 and 8 feet walls were some of the many obstacles. Thankfully, I did not get any mud in my mouth. Yay! But it was in every other crick and crevice. In my hair, behind my ears, between my toes, my belly button, and underneath my fingernails.
Overall, it was a memorable experience. It was a lot of FUN but I was so sore. Muscles I did not know I had were sore. The whole event made me realize two things (1) mud is slippery but gritty and (2) I have NO upper body strength. I thought I was strong but when it came time to lift myself up over obstacles with my arms, I was weak as a baby.
Thank goodness Hubby was there to help us, especially getting over all those 6 and 8-foot walls. He is a real team player that knows how to help get a job done. He definitely gets the MVP for our team.
My friend said, “Let’s do this again next year!” As you can probably guess, an adrenaline rush is a powerful thing.
Fortunately for me, my body’s muscle groups were screaming louder than any hormone could in an attempt to cloud my judgment, so I replied that I was not ready to commit to that…yet.
Would I do it again? Maybe. Getting dirty did not bother me as much as I thought it would have. I could have done without so many obstacles. And I know that I need to strengthen my arms. I am going to suggest to Hubby that he builds us a chin up bar. So if I am prepared physically, I could do it again.