AKA: the One With All of the Mud
For over 28 hours, I and 7 other
lunatics hearty souls who comprised my team joined 349 other teams and ran.
We ran through cloudy skies, we ran through torrential rain.
We ran through heavy mist, we ran through the dark with faulty headlights.
We ran through mud. So much mud. Big mud puddles, slippery mud slides, sticky mud holes that threatened to take our shoes.
We ran up endless hills, we ran through beautiful pine forests, we ran past illuminated disco balls that the race organizers hung in lieu of the “scenic overlook” for those running that trail overnight (I don’t even know!), we ran through swamps. We ran past monster ferns that were straight out of the Cretaceous Period – but we did not run past any bears!
ran climbed up monster boulders and managed to not break anything as we slid down them in our muddy shoes.
We ran back to our campsite to save it from blowing away in the wind during the storm. We ran to the food tent, in desperate search of coffee. We ran to the bonfire where we had to wedge our way into the circle of warmth to stave off hypothermia.
We ran, we limped, we hiked, we walked for a total of 118.4 miles. We cursed – A LOT!
Would we do it again? Some say no but others say… maybe!
My heart-felt thanks goes to the rest of my team for joining me on this insane adventure and for not throwing me off the side of a mountain (or drowning me in a mud hole). Oh, and I also stole their pictures because I didn’t take a damn one! Thanks, guys! 🙂