..I asked myself that yesterday afternoon. It was a valid question, since I was head-to-toe coated in the stuff. I was standing in a dusty, windy cornfield wondering how I was going to get this quickly-baking goop off of me. The real question was how to dig enough of it off of my shoe to get to my chip– the one that could be redeemed for a free beer. How did I get here?
This is your mind on Warrior Dash. Don’t know what it is? Here’s a crash course. Disclaimer: Those guys make it look easy.
It started a few months ago. My friend, Andrew, and I were talking about CrossFit, a workout that is a way of life for those who follow it. Somehow he had talked me into running the Warrior Dash with him. Did I mention he was also in the military for 9 years? “Don’t worry, I’ll just throw you over the obstacles.” he told me. Yeah, that’s comforting.
Fast forward to yesterday. Somehow I managed to make it 3.1 miles up and down hills, over walls, through ponds, under barbed wire, and over fire. I won’t try to fool you and say that I was able to run the whole thing. A stress fracture kept me from training like I’d wanted to. The course is different for every location (here’s Nebraska’s course), but some things are always the same: you finish by jumping over fire and crawling through a mud pit on your way to join fellow Warriors at the party.
There were lots of before and after pictures and I did bring my camera along, but with the wind blowing the dust around and the fact I was still partially covered in mud, I couldn’t bear to subject my baby to that. I did take some before and after pictures of my own though! Note the cockiness before and the exhaustion after.
Yes, I chalked my hair for Warrior Dash. I plan to do it again, with some prettier colors. No, Mom, it’s not permanent.
That is a dirt line. Not a tan line. And this was AFTER 3 different make-shift showers.
P.S. Who knew I could make a Warrior hat look gooooood?