This past Saturday was not your ordinary Saturday. Not for Jeff (my older brother), Shawn (family friend), and I. For us and about 13,000 others…it was Tough Mudder day.
We knew it was 13 miles. We knew there were 24 obstacles. We knew it was extreme.
I am not sure we knew we would have so much fun!
Or push ourselves so far.
Or end up with so many bruises.
Or run among so many fantastic people.
Tough Mudder. Thank You.
See you Soon.
Until then, I have these snap shots (thanks Andrea!) to remind me of how extreme you are.
10:40am Starting Time Line up…No turning back now.
Let me give ya some specifics…
The challenge was held in a quarry in Amherst, Ohio (just west of Cleveland, Ohio).
The air temperature was about 45°F.
It rained off and on – not that we noticed.
That is ice…if you didn’t know.
Dumped by the front end loader into large pits of already cold water…Like I said, Tough Mudder…not joking around.
We then voluntarily jumped into this “Arctic Enema”…
Cold is an understatement.
Elementary School fire safety came in hand here…stop and drop.
I, however, remembered this after I had lungs and eyes full of smoke.
Funky Monkey beat Shawn and I…
which is cool, we like to swim through murky brown ice-cold water .
Jeff ruled the Funky Monkey…
Who schooled the monkey bars…this guy!
(sorry for my face…I think I may have had a stroke)
These people are awesome.
What are they staring at? What strategy are they thinking up? And for what?
Even Jeff is intent on what lays in front of us…
How is that quad doing?
Dude wearing a thong.
Freakishly, this is not what we are concentrating on…nah it’s the quarter pipe he is running up.
The quarter pipe that was lovingly coated with…
Wal-Mart generic brand vegetable oil.
Apparently mud wasn’t enough.
We all made it up and over the quarter pipe, each taking two tries. My trip over took a bit more effort, proof by the fingerprint bruises covering my arms – shoulder to wrist.
I am starting upper body workouts tomorrow.
Shawn going over…
Jeff going over…
And then there was me…
Good leap…just missed the hands…and down I go.
I got it this time…and after what seemed like an hour later (a few minutes at most), I got over the wall. Thank goodness I have full editing power over this blog…there are some real unflattering pictures of this attempt. Let’s just say, when I was finally dragged over the edge…the 400+ people below clapped and cheered. God I love those people.
fyi…this obstacle was the 23rd obstacle. My arms were spent…but that is no excuse.
Next year…I will need less help. Fact.
Post quarter pipe…
The final obstacle of the day was electroshock therapy….
Jeff and I were shocked earlier in the day while army crawling through barbed wire.
Not fun. I cursed and ended up with my face in the mud. I don’t think Jeff had time to curse.
Shawn got out shock free…lucky duck.
But we got our headbands.
No amount of photoshopping made this any more flattering…I tried.
But I earned that look, fair and square.
The beer was glorious.
What was not included above was the 30 foot jump into the icy quarry, the miles of running through lose-your-shoe-sticky mud. Trenches of unknown depth and 15 foot walls. Or how about the hill climbs over loose gravel followed by wading through swamp land.
My thoughts exactly…
When is the next one?
As a Tough Mudder I Pledge that…
I understand that Tough Mudder is not a race but a challenge.
I put teamwork and camaraderie before my course time.
I do not whine, kids whine.
I help my fellow mudders complete the course.
I overcome all fears.
P.S…. please do not compare this to a warrior dash or a mud run. The Tough Mudder is NOT the same thing and we will take offense. Just sayin’.