Sunday, November 1, 2009
Because Dirty Is the Way I Like It
Three half marathons. A couple 5Ks. A climb up Half Dome. Who'd have thought a scrawny kid who couldn't serve a volleyball over a net until 6th grade would ever venture into the world of competitive and challenging outdoor sports? I never would have believed that I'd be doing these things if you had asked me 3 years ago. But here I am.
And this weekend, I took it to a whole new level.
Mr. Wonderful's roommate and his girlfriend signed up to do the Muddy Buddy race in San Dimas, and when I heard the news I decided it would be a fantastic idea for us to join them. This was a couple months ago. And after a mountain bike ride where my performance left Mr. W saying, "I think we're going to have to drop out of the race," I was worried we had made a huge mistake signing up for this crazy relay. Throw in this past week which included a wedding with my family, a (9-hours-of-standing) concert, two days at the Women's Conference and a Murder Mystery party on Friday night—and I was questioning my ability to complete a lap around the living room let alone 6 miles through hilly terrain.
But this morning, we woke up bright and early, ready to face the day. We donned our gear, had some breakfast and then realized that we had forgotten to set the clocks back and we had an hour to spare. Off to a great start... We crawled back into bed and were even more tired when we got up to leave the second time.
Muddy Buddy led us through 5 legs, each of which had one of us running (in the hot sun, up and down hills) and one of us mountain biking. Within the first half mile, we had to wade through thigh-deep water and then carry on with wet shoes and pants. There were obstacle courses at each bike trade-off point, including an under-net crawl, a rock-climb wall, a balance beam, a rope ladder climb (with an awesome slide down the other side) and finally, a crawl through a 10-yard mud pit.
It was EXHAUSTING. But surprisingly fun and a little easier than I expected (thanks to Mr. W's scare tactics). Will we be doing it again next year? No, I think we'll stay home and drink wine and roll around on a bed of shaved Parmesan instead.