Look! Mommy's Jumping Over Fire!

Perhaps the greatest thing to ever happen to a 5k is the Warrior Dash. For someone like me, who loathes the monotony of running, it is incredible. Yesterday was my second Warrior Dash, which combines a 5k distance with 12 obstacles and is billed as the "craziest frickin' day of your life." On Sunday, this was pretty accurate.

Peace. Love. MUD!

I designed my own shirt for the race that read, "Peace. Love. MUD!" But I had no idea how prolific these words would be as the race unfolded. My work friends Jenn, Kirsten and I started the race when the fire guns blasted into the sky at 12:00 p.m. Another friend from work, Lori, is somewhere ahead of us in the pack of 550 people in this wave of the race. Because there are so many people, and the 3 of us are positioned near the back, there is an immediate bottleneck. The trail is narrow, so we don't run for several minutes, but we finally get to our first obstacle which is a series of bungee cords you have to make your way through. Not difficult, but it slowed everyone down again. After that, it finally breaks up enough for us to run, and when we start splashing through a creek I finally thought, "Now this is more like it!"  And then came the mud....

For about a mile, we sloshed our way though mud that was at least ankle - and sometimes up to knee - deep. It was like quicksand; it sucked the shoes right off your feet and was so slippery you literally couldn't run. All energy and focus is spent trying to stay upright, which is nearly impossible. I keep thinking to myself, "this can't go on too much longer." Well, it does. And to make matters worst, in the midst of all of this muddy chaos I become separated from Jenn and Kirsten. All the people, all the mud, oh the humanity.

It seems like we have been going through mud forever and then we come to the walls. Up and over a bunch of wooden walls - how hard can this be? Well, when they are close to chest high and you are up to your ankles in mud, it literally takes everything we have to hoist ourselves up and over these barriers. I jump down from one wall and end up in mud up to my thighs. It is insane. And I am 5' 8", so I really don't know how people shorter than myself manage to get over these things. This was not a difficult obstacle during my last Warrior Dash (the walls were much shorter), and I had assured my friends that the walls would be no big deal. I could only imagine they were all cursing me right about now.

Yes, I paid good money to do this to myself...

Emerging from the walls we of course are greeted by yet more mud. I have managed to keep my hands somewhat clean up until this point, but now it's time to crawl on our hands and knees through a mud tunnel. Finally we come out from the forest and emerge back near the starting area. Completely spent, I see a giant cargo net looming ahead of me. Then I spot Chris and the kids waving to me from an observation area. Time to put on my happy face and look like I am having fun!

I have no trouble getting up to the top of the cargo net, but once I swing my leg over the other side I can't find my footing. It doesn't help that I am at the very edge of the net, with a 12 foot drop straight to the ground right next to me. For the first time I am genuinely scared. How in the hell am I going to get down? I swing my other leg over, hold on tight, and am able to find a rung to put my foot in. Phew. I breath a huge sigh of relief as I make it down the other side. The next obstacle is climbing over a big haystack while going uphill. Now my mud covered legs are coated with hay. It's really quite the fashion statement.

Finally, the half-way water stop. I use a few cups of water just to try and wash all the mud off my hands, but it is pointless. Looming before us in the blazing sun is the rest of the very hilly course. As my friend Lori said after the race, it is kind of a blur at this point. But I remember stepping through tires on the ground, and then going through a bunch of tires that are hanging above us. Nothing too difficult.

Time to have some fun!

More dusty hills and then the most incredible obstacle EVER. And it couldn't have come at a better time since by this point the heat has really taken its toll. I can only describe it as an adult-sized slip-n-slide! We slid down a huge hill that was covered in a tarp and hosed down by a sprinkler. I could not believe how fast we went flying down that hill. So much fun. The exhilaration definitely pumps me up and I know we have to be getting close to the finish. A nice woman encourages a bunch of us by cheering "let's go, let's go!" as we all run up a very steep hill. When we get to the top I figured that was it, but there is yet another big hill to go. It is even too much for our cheerleader to bear. All she can say is, "Oh crap." But we finally make it to the top and I can hear the crowd in the distance as we approach the finish.

Coming down the last hill, there are the two fire jumps - which for some reason are my favorite obstacle of the course. And this is legit fire. Duraflame logs, hot coals, the works. I don't know how to explain it other than to say it is just very empowering to conquer something that would usually terrify me.

The flames are quite a "motivator" to jump nice and high!

Rounding the last bend, it is on to the very last obstacle - the obligatory mud pit. As I crawl through, I look to my left and there is Alex cheering me on through the whole thing. It is great to have him with me at the end of the race. Crossing the finish line felt amazing.


I did it! :)

Jenn, Kirsten, and Lori all had a great race too. We were all exhausted, but happy - and we'll forever be able to share with each other our experiences of the race.  All four of us are moms - strong moms at that - and I am proud to know these great women and count them as my friends.


Kirsten, Jenn and I after the race.

I am sure my boys (and my dear husband!) think I am somewhat crazy for doing a race like this. But I really hope to teach my sons is that life is what you make of it. Of course I don't want them to be reckless. And I consider myself to be a very cautious person. But it is so easy to go through the motions of the day-to-day and next thing you know life is passing you by. I hope to instill in them both a sense of fun and adventure and a desire to be the best they can be at whatever they chose to do. And I also hope that by seeing their mom finish a race like this they will realize that they can do anything they set their minds to. And once they've accomplished a goal they have for themselves, no one can ever take that away from them.

The boys greeting me at the finish line. Who can ask for more?

Miles run since last post: 5
Miles run total to date: 73
Miles to go: 292