I am saddened and angry about the bombings at the Boston Marathon yesterday, as most of you are, and I hesitated to post this joyful entry, but the runners I know keep on runnin’ when life gets tough. So, I’m taking a page from the runner’s manual and I’ll keep on runnin’. I hope you do too.
Fightin’ Texas Mud Run Pictorial
Pre-race, Husband is designated as Sherpa. Duties include hugging the cute girls, taking pics, and carrying gear, including my pair of reading glazzez, so I could sign the waiver.
This is one of my fav shots. Why? Because before the race started most of us were all WHOOP!, but some of us ~coughEVANcough~ were all, “This is as excited as I get.” Slight smile. I think.
Next up, the giant slide, that is actually the “small” slide. Jay made it down first. I slide down roller coaster-style with arms up. There is a pit of mud and water at the end of the slide that you can see Jay climbing out of.
GET OVER IT, Patti! Um, Patti? Hey Girl, where are you? Husband said I climbed the front so fast that he missed the shot, and because I was rockin the wall with cat-like speed, he put the camera away as I came down the other side to catch me if necessary. No need. But, Best. Husband. Ever.
Let me stop here and say that every obstacle was wet and slimy, making what is normally an easy get, a more challenging one. I. Loved. It.
Just as I got off Hay Hill, I slipped in a pile of mud and went down. GRANNY DOWN! Jay was laughing so hard and yelling at the Sherpa to get the shot, but I was too quick. I took a knee and a mile later pulled hay out from behind my ear.
My original Grand Mudder Stalkers! When I saw this pic I loved it for two reasons: #1) I love these gals. They make me happy, happy, happy. #2) I love how I’m trying not to get my mud on Wendy or Jay’s mud.
You’d think it was over, right? Nope. Time to get hosed off by actual firefighters using their hoses (insert “that’s what she said” joke here).
After that, Tara, Evan and Krista headed to the Maroon and White game and the rest of us stayed behind for burgers and beer.
For all my worry and angst about my back, I never once even considered using the Chicken Route to avoid an obstacle. For any runners/walkers out there looking for a fun day, I highly suggest a mud run.
This run was 3 miles. Very doable.
Where else can you play in the mud, slide down giant slides, shimmy through tunnels, climb stuff, run and play with your friends and not get yelled at by the neighbors? Where else can you look like this and be sooo happy about it?
Great day with great people. Doesn’t get much better than that.