Mud Run
My loving sister somehow suckered me into doing the Mud Run…okay so that’s a lie. Her friend couldn’t do it so I volunteered to take her place, not knowing what I was getting myself into. First of all I hate to run. I don’t mind cardio, but running is not fun to me at all. My second mistake was that this thing is 6 miles. 6 miles of running! 6 miles is forever when you don’t like running. I only trained for 2 weeks because that’s all the time there was after I found out I was doing it. Luckily I wasn’t totally out of shape because I go to the gym, but let’s just say at mile 3 I was ready for it to be over! So the biggest thing that got me was that I had to get up at 5am on a Saturday morning! Those of you who know me, know that getting up early is one of my least favorite things to do in the world, on top of running. So I had to get up early to run. Yeah. So the run…I wanted to die and my legs finally started feeling better today, 4 days later, but I survived and now I can say I did the Mud Run! I came in at 1 hour 22 minutes, which for me, was pretty good. The mud was fun and crossing the lake felt pretty good, but all in all it was just not all that fun. I’m glad I did it, but I’ll never do it again! Unless you wanted to pay me lots of money then I just might reconsider…
Yeah I blinked...I do that a lot for some reason
