RunAmuck DC Mud Run (About a 5k?, plus army crawl/wall climb/getting stuck in the mud/etc:).
Bike – 3 hours
Saturday was the MUD RUN!!! (I know, it’s Tuesday, and I’m just now updating you, I’m sorry. Grad school. Finals. No sleep. Wah wah, you get it. One more week and I’m done complaining, I swear!:)
Friday night Eric and I went up to my parents to have dinner with my mom and dad, my godmother, and her husband:).
Whenever I go home I always eat wayyyy too much. Maybe it’s because my dad’s cooking is SO good. (My photography skills, not so much. The new addition to my “To Do” list is to take a photography class.)
Aaaaaaand, of course, the dessert that I made!!
Triple-layer cookies and cream crunch bars. I may have to rename these “Death by Chocolate”–in a good way!! I mean, how can you go wrong with brownies, oreos, chocolate chips, and peanut butter?! The answer–you can’t! These things are dangerous–I left the leftovers at my parent’s house!;)
On to the part we’re all waiting for. The mud run!!
RunAmuck DC – Saturday 30 April 2011
The weather Saturday was gorgeous–70 and sunny!
And my parents came out to cheer us on!!
For the past few months I have been SO excited to do this mud run. But as we rode the shuttle bus over it to the race start drove past the other crazy runners in the middle of the course–we saw them trudging along and climbing over a big rock wall–all covered in mud. I thought to myself, “Am I really doing this?!?”
When we got to the park where the race was being held, there was a big crowd gathered around the finish line and this:
A GIANT mud pit. The crowd was cheering/booing people based on their entrance into the mud pit (can you see the guy dressed as a ninja turtle diving into the pit??), and whether or not you fully submerged yourself, or tried to stay as high up out of the mud as you could. Hilarious.
When you’re standing there all nice and clean, it’s hard to imagine jumping into a giant pit of mud. But sure enough, we quickly went from this:
I think you can tell who in the group got a couple of boo’s…hehe;). And yes, that’s my husband in the back eating while the picture is being taken. He has to be in so many photos these days, I don’t think he even realizes when his picture is being taken anymore.
The race was kind of nuts! There were ropes to army crawl under, steeples to hurdle/climb over, walls to climb, and of course, MUD PITS to cross.
I wish I had some pictures of the middle of the course, because it was crazy!! Hopefully the web site will post some soon. The mud pits were ridiculous. They were drudging the lake, and had us run through the muddy lake-bottom sections. We also ran at 1:30 in the afternoon, so were coming behind hundreds of other runners. So, by the time we got there, the mud was deep. And I mean, like 3-feet, get stuck in the mud up to your waist deep. Not, “haha, this is funny, I’m stuck in the mud!” deep, but “oh my gosh, I am stuck in the mud up to my waist and can’t move and am going to die if no one comes and saves me!” deep.
We had several team members get stuck…really, really stuck. We probably spent more time trying to dig them out of the mud than running (one girl got stuck up to her waist, and a really big muscle-y man had to finally get in behind her and lift her out by grabbing her around the waist and lifting straight up…and then he was stuck. So then we spent 5 minutes trying to get him out. It was crazy!!
Except for the crazy, too-deep mud pits, and a couple of scraped up knees, we had a lot of fun. Here are some more pictures:).
The worst part of the whole thing was getting clean again. The water in the showers was sooooo cold. And every time I tried to wipe mud off it just kept coming back from my hair, sports bra, shorts, etc. I felt like I was fighting a losing battle. Not to mention I felt like I was in a POW camp…
The bad news. Remember how I said my foot was hurting me a little bit last week? Well, I just biked and swam on Thursday (which didn’t bother it), and took Friday off. By Saturday, it was feeling fine…that was, until about 10 minutes into the mud run:(.
About 10 minutes in, I started to feel the sharp pain coming back. I tried to change my foot strike, and it was better for a few minutes, but after that there was nothing I could really do to avoid the pain:(. I finished the race (I couldn’t let my team down! Plus it was only a 5k), but it did dampen my experience a little, because when I wasn’t thinking about how to pull my friends out of the mud pits, I was freaking out about my foot.
I am freaking out because my half iron man is in less than two weeks!! I’ve trained for months, put in all of these hard workouts, woken up early on numerous weekends to get my workouts in (like biking 50 miles in the rain), and after putting all of that work in now I am worried I will not be able to do (or finish) the half!!
I went to the doctor today to get it x-rayed. We’ll see what she says! Cross your fingers for me!!
What’s the craziest race you’ve ever done?
-I think I have to say the mud run now:).
Would you have gone fully in the mud pit, or tried to stay as clean as possible?
-I went for it! I figured at that point, what was a little extra mud:)