Tough Mudder: No Quit in Here!

They say the third time is the charm right? Maybe not so much when you’re doing a mud run but hey it’s good muddy fun!

Did my third successive mud run over the past weekend was met with much jubilation. A new team, a familiar venue and a tougher course to tackle was all on my agenda come the 10 A.M. start time Saturday.

Carb Up Meals Are a Must

Carb Up Meals Are a Must

It’s always good to see new faces joining the Tough Mudder group albeit their first mud race and hopefully not their last. Some have done other races but not where the main point of the game is to test your mental and physical endurance like this one. Sure their obstacles may be tougher. Sure their course length may be longer. But I don’t see their organizers trucking in flatbed loads of water to douse down the course the day before (they had tremendous help from Mother Nature on this occasion as well!)

Sucka for a View

Sucka for a View

This year they ran the course in reverse from the first year I tackled it. It was like déjà vu to be honest! At the first obstacle, Kiss the Mud, I made sure that my team and I got in for a face full of that good stuff! There were a few new obstacles (Pyramid Scheme which demands team work), along with the classics (Arctic Enema which can prove detrimental to men jumping in) all the way down to a Legionnaire Only part of the course (for us repeat Mudders!)

Mudder Nation

Mudder Nation

It was tough this year with the cold weather and the new team. This all meant waiting for people to catch up as well as waiting for obstacles, which totaled more than 2 hours. Around the sixth mile marker my knee of course had given out yet again for the second year in a row. I wanted to quit, even contemplated with my fellow Mudder about it, but I took it slow, stretched at every opportunity and traversed onwards. Never cutting corners, never skipping an obstacle was my mission this year. Every challenge faced is suppose to test you against your fears and it truly pitted me against some of mine (I hate heights with a passion.)

With the notion that the all famous orange headband and celebratory beer at the finish line was only mere steps away we soldiered on for the taste of victory!

To the Victors Goes the Dos Equis

To the Victors Goes the Dos Equis

Excited. Tired. Relieved. Mudderfied.

Excited. Tired. Relieved. Mudderfied.

Bruised, battered and destroyed a cup of beer never tasted so fantastic! Until the next run!

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