A Story About Life and Living It

Ah ha! THE MUD RUN! The challenging, obstacle-ridden, cross-country test of endurance, teamwork, and skills! The mad dash of a race over the hazards, complete with hidden snakes, lava, spontaneous tornadoes, and no glory without the pain! The race few enter and even fewer finish!



Now, to talk about the race that we ran:

Our mud run was three things.
1.  Not trained for. At all.
We signed up for this bad boy during our (relatively) school-less-only-working summer. Those were the days of lazy walks, weekly camping trips, and pastries. However, the race was in the thick of our semesters; therefore our "training" consisted of two jogs around the block two weeks before. When we do our marathon, we should probably invest a little more time into the training aspect.


2.  Freezing until it started.
I know that most racers like race day weather to be about 50-60 degrees F, but when you have the prospects of belly crawling and then sliding into a muddy pond in the race, you want it a touch warmer. 

Glorious Austin Texas, where two seasons exist (summer and not-summer), was a balmy 85 degrees the whole week before the race. However, the day of the race, when we got our numbers, it was 43 degrees, and didn't look like it was ever going to warm up. So we retreated to the car for an hour (when we should have been warming up, stretching, etc) and thought about hot cocoa and blankets. However, when we emerged an hour later, it was up to 50 and felt like prime jogging weather, even with mud ponds on the menu.

Here we are after the pond dunking washed off all the assorted mud.