I blame peer pressure.
Remember when ShadowRun300 came out with her family to visit Colorado? How I had my first blog friend meetup?? Shortly afterwards, she asked me if I'd ever done a mud run. She said she was thinking about doing one, did I know anything about them?
No, I'd never done one, "but they sure look like fun!"
So when she said something like, "If I come back out there, would you be a dirty girl with me?", I was pleasantly surprised!
I said, "CHYAAA!", but I'd have to check my schedule... FOR A NANOSECOND!!
Next we knew, we were on the roster to get good and dirty yesterday.
Omigosh, So. Much. Fun. Now I have truly lived.
After I got us a bit lost... *cough *ahem*... we arrived with time to spare and pulled into the dirt field and parked next to, I think it was, Team "Vodka and Cigarettes".
It was a beautiful day in Eastern Boonies, Colorado. Warm sun. No clouds. Lots and lots of mud and fun ladies.
|Still squeaky clean|
Our SRun300, for those who have not met her in person, is a petite but fit slip of a woman. But don't let her size nor hobbies fool you. She is no cupcake, but an absolute ANIMAL in the mud-and-obstacles wars!
The 5k course includes things with names like Just Get Over It, Jail Break, Barn Burner, The Hangover, H2O MG, Get a Grip... all of it PMS (Pretty Muddy Stuff).
And of course, as we squelched and squirched our way through the dirt and muck, we were accompanied by a fun group of ladies. Just a few things overheard:
"I'm still so hungover.."
"I'm closing my mouth for this one. I've got gum"
"TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF!" (to our male race official. He didn't)
"We sound like a milking machine" - from the sound made from running-while-muddy. (SR300 made that astute and appropriate observation)
"What's with all this mud? I thought by 'Dirty Girls', they meant 'Slutty Girls'" (She was joking. I think).
Not to mention, some of the team names:
"More Than a Mouthful"
"Mud MILF's" (!!)
"Dirty Old Ladies"...
By the time we were done, we were coated in thick farmer's mud, happy as hogs.
The toughest part of the event was trying to get clean afterwards. The "showers" were garden hoses draped over hay bails, tapped into trucked-in c-c-c-c-c-c-old water. As we stood in line waiting our turns at the spigots, ShadowRun realized she couldn't do the frigid water shower.
I quick grabbed me a hose while she coaxed more heat from the sun. After getting "clean enough", I put on some dry clothes, leaving my muddy getup in a heap in the changing tent. We got SR300 into some drier clothes before heading back to the hotel where we each took The Best Showers EVER.
What a BLAST! I'm so glad ShadowRun invited me to join her at "The Spa."
We woke up sore, scratched up, and happy this morning. First mud run for each of us. Can't say it will be our last...