I never settled into a good pace, because it was basically a sprint from one obstacle to the next and there wasn't enough time to get into a good groove. I pretty much felt like I was going to puke the whole race since I usually do not throw myself over 6 foot walls and crawl through muddy tunnels and under wires when I run 6 miles. Fortunately I managed to keep the puke down! I had my knee brace on just to be on the safe side, but it would slide down my leg and I had to keep stopping to pull it back up. It also went from a knee brace to a sponge in the first mile, so next time I do some mud running I will probably tape the knee rather than brace it.

Cut the pockets off of my pants and buy some actually military boots from an army surplus store...I did this in my work boots which are heavy and steel toe.

After Aaron and I finished we turned in our time cards, I slammed some smart water that they were handing out and decided to walk back out on the course to look for friends. We walked about two miles into the course, cheered some people on and laughed at everyone getting dirty. Then on the way back Aaron suggests we run back...cant ever hurt to get in some extra miles! So we jog the 2 miles back to the finish line. This had to be the best part of all. The only two long haired bearded guys on the course made us easy to spot and many people were amazed that were running more after the race was over. Several Marines told said things like "damn you guys are crazy" or "running again, that’s hardcore". Seriously...I thought marines were supposed to be tough. So after we run the last bit of the course over we hit up the food area. I had a banana and an orange and some water. Then we sat around for a while to watch the awards being handed out...neither of us placed but I am pretty sure we were both in the top 5-10% of the finishers...we will have to wait until the results are posted to see for sure. It wasn’t until we were leaving and I got to the car that I realized what a killer workout that was...I was totally wiped out. I went home and napped a bit and then was treated to lunch at Chipotle...damn good way to recover if you ask me!


Boots, pants, 15 lbs of mud and water...duh!


I will make this race an annual event on my calendar. This was way too much fun. Who knew that I would grow up and cherish the same things I did when I was a kid...mud and dirt. Its like when you are a kid and all you want to do is play outside...that’s basically all I did today...played outside for a while, with a bunch of grown ups! Also, two things I cannot forget to mention. 1) What do you call a woman in a tank top, cargo pants, and boots who is completely covered from head to toe in mud? FREAKIN HOT...that’s what! And 2) after I finished the race it was time to hit up the ever so lovely port-a-john to, shall we say, dehydrate. I walk up and open the door to one and these words come out of my mouth..."HOLY CHRIST WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE?" The inside was a mess, it basically looked like someone had a very bad time at a Mexican restaurant the previous night...it was absolutely repulsive and made my stomach turn, and there was crap everywhere. I have done a lot of races and never seen anything like that. Then I open the door to the one next to it, and see the same thing...then it hits me...OHHHHHH...Mud Run...ITS ONLY MUD!!! Man was I relieved, I thought someone freaking died in there...but thank God it was only mud. I mean think about it, you open a port-a-john (not the cleanest place in the world to begin with) and there is mud on the floor, walls, seat, EVERYWHERE...if you have never seen one after a mud run or an adventure race you would have been a little thrown off too! I see several other people open doors with the same reaction I had too! I tell Aaron about this and we laugh our asses off. So next time I will remember, its just mud!