I’m as certain I won’t do another one of these obstacle-mud runs again as I was positive the last time I regretted signing on to crawl through barbed wire, run up slick walls, climb cargo nets, and swim through mud.
Yesterday was exhilarating, and it had the positive impact of motivating me all winter long to get on the treadmill and hit the weights to be in some slight semblance of shape so I wouldn’t perish during this race. I don’t recall why I agreed to do this again. I may have lost a bet, or I didn’t hear the part that mentioned exhaustion, bleeding, and fire.
Somewhere along the course, I was grinding uphill and chatting with another racer/glutton for punishment.
”
I’m getting too old for this shit “, I gasped.
“How
old are you?” He asked?
“Fifty”
“You’re
doing pretty well, Sir”.