Warrior Dash! I've been wanting to sign up for this muddy, obstacle race for a few years and this year we finally made it. Two Sundays ago, we drove down to Windham for a day of mud. I was worried about climbing the walls. I pictured myself crying, or perhaps stuck at the top in a compromising position while everyone laughed at me. And I wouldn't even have Richard Gere there to cheer me on. As it turns out, I was a godforsaken spider monkey up those walls but a pathetic walker up the rest of the mountain. I hadn't really thought about how the course was set on a ski mountain. The entire first mile was straight up the slopes. That was by far the hardest part of it. It was just an ocean of over-excited weekend runners huffing and puffing. Except for the guy I brought with me. At one point he was the only one near us trotting up a muddy incline and the girl next me was all, "What the HELL?!" and I was like, "Ugh, I know..." and totally pretended I didn't know that fast guy who was making us look bad.
Anyway, we got super muddy and then wore our warrior hats and sat out in the sun for a few hours. I tossed my old, muddy sneaks onto this gigantic donation pile.