I mean, I survived the day, but not the race. Sort of?
I didn’t win, I mean to say. I was definitely dead. I lost all my flags, but I DID complete the race – my first ever 5K – even if I did come in 386 out of 393 in my heat. My time was 1:41:54.4
Not good, I know, but not bad considering the entire course was mud and I fell half the time I tried to run.
Still, it was a blast. I enjoyed every moment and it was well worth the pain. Even today I feel aches in my legs and ribs, yet I feel accomplished. After all, I did run part of it, and I screamed a lot at zombies.
By a lot of mud I mean HOLY MUD. Up to my HIPS in mud at some points. And I was filthy at the end. It was pretty awesome.
The picture to the left shows my friend, Jess -sorry I stole your picture! – in one of the water obstacles. It was a river of mud with logs tossed it. When I passed by this area, someone behind me came running through very fast and face-planted right in the skunk cabbage. Nasty!
If you want more pictures, check out the website: Run For Your Lives