Rock Chef’s advice for me, after reading my post about needing to have things “just right”, was to mess it up a little and walk away.
I wonder if this is what he meant.
Nah…. I think it was just what I needed.
When I left Colorado Springs after our vacation a few months ago, I still felt unsettled. It was great fun, but I had a longing to go back. For one, I thoroughly enjoyed the hiking and the mountains and the trails. For two, I didn’t spend as much time with Abby as I would have liked.
She signed us up the next day, and I booked the hotel rooms. All we had to do was wait.
But holy cow (or should I say pig) … it was absolutely worth it!
We arrived mid-morning still needing jackets, but as the sun rose, we found ourselves craving the mud.
We tagged ourselves, dropped our bags, and headed for the pre-run warm-up. With music blasting, the teams were introduced, the cancer survivors were cheered for and before we knew it, we were off!
Five kilometers of obstacles like The Barn Burner, Just Get Over It, H2Omg, Loop de Loop, Jail Break, …. all PMS (pretty muddy stuff).
In between obstacles, we ran through dirt and sand with wet, muddy, heavy, squeaky shoes. We passed up teams appropriately named…. “50 Shades of Muddy” was my favorite. Although “I Have Mud in my Crack” was a close second. (They had plastic naked butts attached to their backsides.) “The Redneck Spa Girls” were quite funny as well, with their teeth blacked out and their housecoats on!
I was impressed by how many people opted for the most challenging obstacles, and how many people were willing to hang back to help the next in line. Not one person, that I noticed, took the opportunity to ‘go around, we won’t tell‘. Quite inspiring!
We ended the race feeling alive, carefree,
and totally *ahem* cleansed….
As fun as it was, we were anxious to get out of our muddy clothes, and to be able to straighten our limbs without our skin cracking. The showers, however, consisted of hoses squirting out ice cold water. Abby bravely washed herself while I hung back shivering. I determined I would rather dirty my car, than make myself colder than I already was!
Wait – did I just say I was willing to dirty my car?
Well, that’s what a fun-filled, dirty girl weekend with a great friend will do for ya.
And as soon as I pick all the goat heads out of my palms, elbows and feet, and relieve the soreness in my arms and chest, I will totally be doing this again. Hope you’re up for another, Abby. And wouldn’t it be great to add a third little piggy to the group?