I have officially completed my first 5K! Yeah me! This was no flat terrain, asphalt, train-on-a-treadmill run. No, no, no. The venue was situated on country farm land, donned with horse stables (watch your step), and consisted of rocky dirt back roads, 3-story-high hills, obstacles manned with marines shouting, “Go! Go! Go!” Oh, and MUD…a lot of it.
Mile 1: I paced myself, slow and steady, naive at how easy the first mile had been. Note to self #1: You can do this! Ahead was a seemingly large hill. I overheard a fellow runner behind me coach his teammates to tackle the hill running up on their toes. I studiously obliged and conquered the bump in the road on the balls of my feet. Running down the hill, I hoped that my gasps of air weren’t as loud to my allies as they were to me. I caught my breath and looked on ahead only to find yet another ghastly huge hill. Ugh. This time I walked up, flat-footed, finding any divot I could for moral support. What was that whole toe thing for anyway? Extremely hot and exhausted, a girl confided that the hills were the worst part of the race. I cautiously believed her, using it as motivation to trudge on. After a couple of standard obstacles, push ups and rope ladders, I noticed the approach of the first mud pit. Fear brewed in the bottom of my stomach. I was strategically eying a way around it, perhaps to chicken out. No dice. I dove to my knees and climbed under the ropes in the watery mud, paying close attention to keep my mouth tightly closed.
Mile 2: Note to self #2: Pigs got it right! Mud does cool you off. With my new found second wind, I picked up the pace. Slip sliding my way out of the mud pit I got back on course. Passing up a group dressed like superman, I reminded myself of the undying determination I possess. Note to self #3: I too can be like Superman to get through this….<imagine cape on back>.
Mile 3: As I approached the obstacle course in last leg of the race, I started to question my trust in that girl’s affirmation of the hills being the hardest part of the race. No sooner did the mud dry on my body had I been thrust, yet again, into a pool of mud. Climbing under ropes, over hurdles and walls, and through muddy tunnels, I breezed through the last course with pure acuity. I was thoroughly proud of my accomplishment, and as I crossed the finish line, was awaiting the paparazzi to photograph my triumphant finish. What? Stirred back into reality, I gracefully and gratefully accepted my much earned dog tags and headed toward the make-shift showers to hose off. I did it!
Note to self #4, 5, and 6: Next time don’t wear shorts with pockets as the mud accumulates in them and wears you down; Don’t wear shorts (no explanation needed); and train, train, train, and train some more.
When I returned home, I showered, took a much needed nap, then bathed in Icy Hot….repeatedly. Oh, and I found some other mud runs to accomplish. What can I say? I’m hooked!
- Show Me the Mud (lifeplanb.wordpress.com)
- Warrior Dash Maryland – Revenge of the Mud (wildthingsrunfree.com)
- mud glorious mud! (fromtheblueshed.typepad.com)
- In mud run, to the winner go the soils (vcstar.com)
- Bachelorette Party the Girls Will Never Forget: A Women’s Mud Run (prweb.com)
- Renegade Playground Challenge Bringing Wild 5k Obstacle Course Mud Run Through Hills, Forests, Trails, Mud, and Obstacles to Snowshoe Mountain Resort in West Virginia (prweb.com)
- 20th CPTS races in Mud Run (dvidshub.net)
- Wild 5k Mud Run Through Obstacles, Mud Holes, Hills, Trails and Streams Coming to New Hampshire Motor Speedway June 4, 2011 (prweb.com)
- Too old to rock and roll – not hardly! (veteranstoday.com)
- Mud on the Mountain (antosdoeslife.wordpress.com)
- Gettin’ Down And Dirty At The Irvine Lake Mud Run (kroq.radio.com)