Monday, July 1, 2013
Finished Tough Mudder--Report Overdue
My apologies for being off line for so long. I ran the Pennsylvania Tough Mudder on Sunday June 2 in the last wave of starters. One of my bicycle riding buddies and a body builder, Lois Olney, joined me for the event. It took three and a half hours for us to run almost 11 miles and clear 23 obstacles.
I went into the race thinking the Ice Enema would be the toughest obstacle. For that one, you run up a ladder, jump into a 6-foot deep, 20-foot long dumpster full of water and ice, swim under and obstacle in the middle and climb out the other side.
But that was not the worst. Two miles up the road we crawled under barbed wire with shock wires hanging from it. I got zapped in the head three times, saw flashes behind my eyes and got disoriented. I managed to shake it off and keep going, but the shocks were worse than the ice. In comparison to them, climbing walls, horizontal ladders and mud pits were a snap.
Lois and I rode to and from the event on single-speed mountain bikes.
We were WIPED out on the way home on the 50-mile car ride from where we parked.
About 10 miles into the drive, we saw an Arbys and both decided we needed meat. NOW!!!
When we stopped we looked at each other and sniffed. "Is that us?" The Tough Mudder was on a farm and we smelled like fertilizer. We both ordered food then went to our respective rest rooms for a quick change of clothes.
Six days later, Army summer camp began.
Tough Mudder vs. Ironman, Part 3
Tough Mudder vs. Ironman, Part 2
Tough Mudder vs. Ironman is Here
Second Tough Mudder Report
First Tough Mudder Finish
First Tough Mudder Photos
First Tough Mudder Entry
Ironman Bucket List
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