Getting a little dirty...

Finally!  If you haven't followed the mud run saga, I was originally supposed to do this event last April.  However due to team switches and tornadoes (or the threat of) my dad and I were pushed back to the fall event.  And in moving we gained two great new team members, Brooke and Mitchell.

The night before the race Mitchell sent out some advise from a mud run veteran.  "Channel your inner four year old."  So I went into the event with that mindset.
Saturday was beautiful and we were ready to go at our 11:03 start time.  And we started at 11:03 on the dot.  They were very precise.  Which, if I think about it shouldn't surprise me since the event was put on my retired Marines.
The mud run was comprised of 5.2 miles and 34 obstacles.  Two were closed due to hornets or yellow jackets or bees (some flying stinging things) and in their place we had to do pt type exercises.  Otherwise we attempted everything else and only had to take a pass on the 10 foot wall.  To the right from the top is our 'before' picture.  Followed by me attempting to swing across a mud pit.  As you can see, I didn't make it.  Bare hands+ muddy rope +  little upper body strength = me sliding down the rope.

To the left is the 15 foot wall, a random picture along the course and our after shot with a member of our other team who came to support us.  She was pulled from the event by her doctor (only to then find out she could have participated :( ).
I then, after taking a few showers, went to babysit that night.

The next day, I did not want to move.  While I had embraced my inner four year old, no one had warned me that my inner eighty year old was coming to visit.  I popped ibuprofen like candy all day (especially since I had to go work).

Once I got home from work I made a huge mistake.  I broke out the 'menthol pain relieving gel.'  And put it on like lotion.  Which led to me curling into a ball while my body tried to figure out why it was on fire and cold a the same time.  Lesson learned.  One body part at a time and use sparingly.  Previously I had only used it on a small area and it worked and felt good then...

Yesterday, I was down to feeling like I was in my sixties so I decided to go for a run to loosen up before class and it helped so much.  I then came home and broke out the bottle of ibuprofen again and the menthol (which I scaled back my usage drastically).

Today, I felt thirty-seven.  Hopefully tomorrow I will be thirty again :)  Countdown to next year has begun.