The Dirty Girl Mud Run has come and gone. I have never done anything quite like this. It consists of a 5K with obstacles. And a lot of mud. Wait, make that A LOT.
Obstacle 1: a giant inflated pyramid wall thing you climb up, over and down. The"Steps" are really about hip high, so this presents a challenge. I chose to step and then pull up onto the seam of the next... Hey it worked.
#2 A mud pit: not terrible, man made, about thigh depth- but wait a water cannon hits you while passing through...
#3 A giant mud lake... The fun part is the drop off. Surprise !!! I fell several times, as my goal was meniscus and ligament preservation . I was determined to NOT try to "save" any slip or slide, but land soundly on my rear end. This WORKED.
#4 after climbing a very steep hill, there is a wall to climb..... Again the first step is a b$&#%€. No other option but to pull myself up again to be able to get my other foot up. It's a little tricky at the top. You must swing one leg over and find a slat on the back ... So you can swing the other leg over and so on....
I really didn't think I could do it , and a random stranger behind me said "yes you can"------ seriously a bell rang in my head. And I did it, ha!
#54-56 (it felt like )were more mud. Crawling through metal pipes filled with muddy water, ok half full. And then a long mud pit you crawled or stayed on hands and knees under a net... I chose to be on my stomach and pull myself through. Surprise !!! Gravel. Really?
Next up : Walls to climb. Covered with you guessed it: MUD. First wall, had slats, second, third, fourth: nope, they were the "Haul your butt over " kind. ---And I did them! You see there are some activities that no matter how much fun and comraderie you experience , you get in the mindset that you are NOT. QUITTING .
More fun, more mud.... And then the beast I have been fearing: the cargo net climb. Oh , Lord I hate heights, and I am sure I hate falling more. But I figure I have come this far in my adventure. So I begin. And it sways, and is slippery, and holy cow it is so...HIGH. I keep telling myself to not look down. Well that is harder than you might think. I am near the top, maybe about five feet to go, and I freeze. I have never been this high on anything without an elevator or a pilot. And I don't want to keep going, and then I realize there is no other way out of this. And then I prayed. I am not really good at asking for help for myself... But seriously I just said "Help me". This may sound melodramatic, but I then looked across to the other side, and looked into the face of my friend Becky. I didn't say anything, but she looked at me and said " Keep going. You can do this" ----so I did. I made it over and down the other side. The down part btw is much easier... When I reached the ground, my whole team was cheering. And Becky was there crying.
So I cried too, I am like that, don't be alarmed....
We were just one more giant mud pit from victory , and then it was over.
There were pictures, laughter and memories of bonding together in one of the hardest things I have ever done.
Good Times, Dirty Girls. Good Times.
PS That is Becky in the front of the team picture.
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